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m00nh1gh · 3 months

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WICKED GAMES

Hyunjin x reader

While doing some cleaning in the house, you were met with a box you hadn't seen in years.

Contains: Spitting, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, a bit of biting, water (???), fingering, cum eating.

Word count: 2.3k.

It was this time of the year when you and your boyfriend decided to do a massive cleaning of the house, which also meant throwing or giving stuff away. You'd started early in the morning and the sun was already starting to set when you finally moved to the last room: the bedroom.

Your knees hurt from being on the floor for so long. You were surrounded by old clothes to sort out. Hyunjin was in the big wardrobe, also throwing his clothes on the floor to empty the small space. When everything was finally gone from the wardrobe, he found a black box on the floor. Frowning, he crouched down and opened the box carefully.

“Y/n?”

You hummed in response, still folding your clothes on the floor. You heard your boyfriend walking over to you and sitting down in front of you, and only did you look up at him when you saw the contents of the box.

“What's all this?”

Looking back down at the incense sticks, pendulums, crystals and books, a smile crept up on your face. Memories of your teenage years flooded through your mind and you found yourself giggling.

“That's from when Lisa and I were into witchcraft,” you picked your favorite pendulum up. It was a beautiful amethyst. You brought it closer to your chest, watching it shake in your hold. It would need to be charged and cleansed.

“You never told me about this.

- Well, now you know. Now that I think about it, maybe I should get back into tarot.

- I'd like a reading from you,” he smirked and you picked a heart-shaped rose quartz up.

“I miss this so much, you have no idea.

- Why'd you stop?

- I don't know, I guess I lost my motivation. Besides, not everyone believes in all this, so I couldn't really talk about it with anyone. I was lucky Lisa was into it too.

- I see,” he rummaged through the box and picked a small red book from it. “Sexy Answers Book. Interesting,” he chuckled and you rolled your eyes with a stupid smile on your face again.

“We bought it as a joke,” you took the book away from him and you opened it upside down at a random page. Then, you did the same, but this time, the book was the right way up. “The book says I should put my hands on your feet.

- Ew,” he made a disgusted face and you laughed. He took the book again and did the same as you. “Pinch your right hip? Gladly,” he reached out to pinch your hip and you dodged with a squeal.

“Ugh, you should've shown me this book earlier. I wanna try it seriously,” Hyunjin said, placing the book back in the box.

“Yeah, but let's finish this before,” you agreed as you went back to sorting your clothes out.

“Y/n~!

- Yes?” You raised your eyebrow at his sudden change in behavior, only seconds earlier he was whining about not wanting to work tomorrow.

He lay on top of you, his strong arms enveloping your waist as he rubbed his cheek against your cleavage.

“Wanna try the book?” Your fingers found their way to his pretty black hair, gently combing it as you hummed.

“You sure you wanna do this?

- Yes,” he left a small kiss on your collarbone and you smiled fondly. He looked up at you with big, hopeful eyes and you laughed before tapping his shoulder.

“Get off of me if you want me to go get it.”

He pecked your cheek three times before standing back up, happily following you to the bedroom and waiting for you on the bed. You both knew this was going to be more of a funny experience, but you were definitely up for it.

“How do we even start this?” You threw the book on the bed and Hyunjin took it in his hand as you sat down in front of him, cross-legged as well.

“Should I just flip through the pages yet?

- Why not. Go,” you said, watching as Hyunjin picked a random page. “spit,” he started, then his eyes grew wide open. “Spit?” He repeated and you both burst out laughing.

“Go on,” you encouraged him and he was still laughing as he flipped the book upside down. “Your book wants me to spit on your cheek, babe.

- Kinky,” you waggled your eyebrows at him and he let out a breathy laugh.

“You sure you want this?

- Yeah,” you lay back on the bed, waiting for Hyunjin to get on top.

“This is nasty,” but he still climbed on top of you, a playful smirk plastered on his lips. He leaned in for a first kiss. It was slow and casual and his tongue swiftly entered your mouth after a small while. Your arms were around his neck by then and he suddenly pulled away.

“Sorry love,” he said before spitting right onto your left cheek, the gesture making you gasp in surprise even though you saw it coming. It felt hot on your skin and before it could drip down your face, you scooped it up with two of your fingers before bringing them to your mouth and sucking on them teasingly.

Hyunjin had been watching you the whole time, lips slightly parted in wonder and pupils blown. “Holy fuck,” he whispered and you giggled, taking your fingers out of your mouth before wiping them clean on his shirt.

“My turn,” you both sat back up, Hyunjin's ears were red, whereas you were completely fine.

Reading what the book gave you as answers, a devilish smile grew on your face. “Wait a little,” you said as you walked out of the bedroom, leaving Hyunjin confused and a little nervous.

His confusion raised even more when you came back with a glass of water and he tilted his head to the side with a visible frown. Kneeling in front of him on the bed, you wondered if you should take his shirt off or not.

“Are you gonna pour it on me or…?

- Yeah. Shirt on or off?”

Hyunjin thought about it for a small moment before he took his shirt off and placed it away on the bed. He laid back on his hands, waiting for you to do whatever. You raised the glass above him and the cold water made his abdomen twitch as he whined at the sensation. You watched the liquid drip down his lower body and onto his sweatshorts, liking the way he reacted to it too.

“What the fuck,” he whined again, brows furrowed as he watched the last few drops hitting his skin.

“That was interesting,” you stated, going to place the now empty glass on the bedside table before going back to him. You couldn't just leave him like that. Lowering your head to his abs, you licked and hummed at how cold his skin had gotten before kissing a trail to his waistband. He stroked your hair while you did so, his other hand grabbing the book again.

Your own hands stayed on his thighs as he flipped through the book. You were watching him again, wondering what he would do next.

He giggled before placing his hand on your cheek delicately, his thumb making small circles on it. He leaned in for another long kiss, this time being more heated and his other hand finally grabbed the other side of your face. You playfully bit on his lower lip and he did it back as his fingers trailed down your neck to wrap around it without any pressure.

“Had to choke me?

- No, I only had to caress your face,” he laughed and you did too after hearing that. You left a few other pecks on his plump lips before getting your “sexy answer.”

“Fucking finally,” you cheered as you threw the book on the side before sitting on Hyunjin’s lap. He put his hands on your hips, not knowing what you'd do, but he knew he’d like it with the way you seemed excited.

You started by leaving wet kisses to the corner of his mouth, down to his jaw and to his neck before Hyunjin felt your teeth on his skin. It wasn't too harsh, but his eyes still closed and he shivered. You could feel him shift under you and you kissed the place you bit before licking and sucking.

“Love,” he breathed out, hands sliding to your ass to squeeze.

One answer led to the other, and now you were both shirtless and in your underwear. Hyunjin had just finished sucking a hickey on your ass cheek when you read what you should do next.

“Alright, this is the last one,” you said and Hyunjin hummed in agreement, waiting for you to read it out.

“Come here,” you said as you went back on your knees in front of your boyfriend. He crawled closer to you before sitting on his knees, too. His cheeks were tinted a soft pink from all the foreplay and his lips had swollen a little from all the kissing. You grabbed his hand, slipping two fingers into your mouth and coating them with your saliva as you made intense eye contact.

“Fuck,” his cock twitched at how warm your mouth was around his fingers, eager to have you sucking on it instead. His fingers pressed down on your tongue, forcing your mouth open. He looked at your face as a whole, you always made the best expressions that made him horny as fuck.

His wet fingers then went to your clothed core, teasing your clit slowly as your thighs separated a little to give him space. You gripped his shoulders for support as you lifted yourself up, his fingers hooked to your panties to pull them to the side as his thumb rubbed you, pulling a sweet moan out of you.

“Finally,” you laughed and he smiled, looking up at you with those beautiful eyes. You pushed him to lay on the bed under you, sliding your panties off in a haste just before. You sat your naked pussy on his dick, feeling how hard he was under the boxers and letting him feel you up.

“Pretty girl,” he commented, one hand sliding down your back to tease your entrance. You lifted your ass up a little to give him access to your sopping cunt, his first finger sliding in with ease. You sighed in pleasure and let him stretch you out, your lips occupied with his the whole time.

“Want you inside,” you whispered against his lips and he nodded, his three fingers sliding out of you before giving a small slap to your ass. You smiled and got off of him so he could take his boxers off and you immediately straddled him again once he was completely naked.

“Slowly, love,” he told you as you sank down on his cock, bottom lip caught between your teeth as he watched you carefully. Once you were fully sat on his cock, you leaned in for more kisses, your tongues tasting each other as you got used to his length.

Hyunjin rubbed circles on your hips as your lips trailed down to his neck, eyes closed as you moved a little to let him know you were ready. He groaned and guided you slowly to begin, your warmth enveloping him perfectly and making him twitch inside you.

“Love you and your cunt so much,” he whined against your ear as he let you roll your hips against him and bounce on his cock, leaving him breathless and fingers digging into your flesh. You were panting against his neck, hands just above his shoulders as you clenched at each of his compliments. It didn't go unnoticed, as Hyunjin moaned each time you’d do so.

He undid your bra and you threw it on the side too, this time full on riding him and his hands going up to grab your boobs; squeezing gently as your own hands slid along your curves. Your head was thrown back as well as his, both of your highs coming quickly.

“Hyune,” you moaned out as he pinched and pulled on your nipple, your hips stuttering briefly before going back to their fast pace. He whined in response, holding your waist tightly as his toes curled. He could feel himself getting closer by the second.

“Love, gonna- please,” you nodded and pulled away from his cock, replacing your cunt with your hand and jerking him off fast. He was soon cumming on your fingers, some of it also dripping on his lower abdomen. His chest heaved as he came down from his orgasm, quickly realizing you didn't get to come.

“Clean that pretty hand of yours for me, gonna make you cum now,” he mumbled as you were the one laying down this time, his lips wasting no time wrapping around your clit to suck and lick. Your hips jerked up at the sensation and you moaned as you licked your boyfriend's cum off your fingers, eyes closed once again and enjoying the pleasure.

His tongue worked wonders, darting in and out of your entrance before harshly sucking on your clit and it was your turn to come, mouth open and head thrown back as your back arched too. Hyunjin was still between your thighs as you tried closing them, but he didn't mind because he liked it. When he knew you had calmed down, he left one last kiss to your pussy before lifting himself up to kiss you on the lips for you to taste yourself.

After having cleaned up and used the bathroom, the book was back in its box and you went to the living room to watch a movie, cuddled up to each other.

“The book is staying in its box for the next ten years,” you joked and Hyunjin laughed, nodding in agreement.

“You better give me that tarot reading soon,” he placed a kiss on the top of your head as you started the movie.

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i-smoke-chapstick · 2 months

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Hi! Plz may I request smth super smutty and likely weird with the Valeska twins and a dom reader? (Hell, make it poly if you want!😏😉 if not, separate is also fine🥰 ) I just love the thought of those two getting fucked senseless, they'd be so pretty 😘 maybe including but by no means limited to: pegging, slight mommy kink, edging, over stim, bondage... etc... and followed up by some really fluffy aftercare 🥰

As for a song, my brain keeps going back to Mz. Hyde by Halestorm. So that, I guess!

‘MZ. HYDE,

-GOTHAM!VALESKA TWINS X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; The Valeska twins meet their match ;)

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!valeska twins x female reader. SMUT!!! wrote hcs ahh!! FemDom!reader, readers a brat tamer. THREESOME!! Bondage, pegging, overstimulation, mommy kink, and more!!! some incestous undertones on jerome’s part but not really. I love dom!reader sm <3 ty for this request gave me a random burst of motivation. Fluffy aftercare ofc <3 our boys need love !!! after getting their brains fucked out

♫ “I will gently violate your mind, before I tuck you in / my poison is your remedy.” Mz. Hyde by Halestorm

⋆ Taming these boys is hard, but boy is it worth it.

⋆ First and foremost, how you ever managed to get them to share you is a miracle. But, reader, you have the both of them wrapped around your finger.

⋆ They are both completely two different types of subs, but both brats in different ways. Jerome especially.

⋆ Starting off with Jerome, he practically feeds off everything you say. He vies for your attention so desperately, and your degradtion; for both him and his brother alike. Every word you say, he’s hanging off of. He’s so desperate to be punished, it’s hard to resist.

⋆ Jerome is definitely a lot more teasing. He’ll stretch out on the kingsized mattress in all his glory, preening like a cat, ready to be taken. His eyes light up in a crazed expectation, excitement filling him. His cock is throbbing at your words. Every single “You’re a sick fucking animal.” You utter to him while he writhes below you, he loves. He gets drunk on being degraded.

⋆ Speaking of which, he wants to be fucked like an animal in heat. If you two are fucking, he’ll want to grab your hips, whining loudly, trying to control your movements. You’ll have to slap his hands away, and he’ll pout and growl. If you’re pegging him, he’s grinning and giggling like a maniac, trying to spew out vague jokes and insults, only for you to shut him up with each thrust. When you hit that sweet spot inside of him, his eyes are rolling back, and he’s pausing in his speech- faltering under your touch.

⋆ He also loves watching you peg his brother; it’s thrilling for him to see his typically always-in-control brother who typically ruins his fun be shut up for once and just take it. He’ll laugh and point as he watches, 100% getting off on the degradation of his brother.

⋆ “How’s it feel, brother?” Jerome is taunting, palming his cock in his hand, making fun of Jeremiah. Jeremiah isn’t pleased in the slightest, but it’s hard to snarl something back when he’s getting his hole fucked deep and senseless.

⋆ I’ve mentioned before, Jerome never shuts up. So you’ll have to make him. Make that ginger CHOKE on your strap-on, shoving it down his throat. Watch him wildly gag and look up at you with big almost innocent eyes. His spit will dribble down onto the make-shift cock, making a sloppy mess of his mouth.

⋆ Jeremiah is much more composed, but also gets a kick out of finally seeing his brother shut the fuck up for once in his life.

⋆ Unlike Jerome, Jeremiah is much more hesitant to be dominated, pegged, or tied up. He’s a bit of a narcotic control freak- he’s spent his whole life trying to be in control, so it’s harder to get him to cave.

⋆ You’ll have to be more methodical in your approach. It will take awhile for him to to want to be pegged, so you start small- with slow and sopping blowjobs, feeling him trying to thread his hands through your hair. Everytime he reaches out for you, you’ll remove your lips from his cock, and his lip will curl with annoyance. At first he’ll be angry, constantly trying to give you commands, but it’s useless unless he wants to cum. By the end of it, you’ll have the man begging for your mouth back on his member, through raw tears from being edged hours on end.

⋆ Jeremiah will beg, and that level of submission will break him. From then on, he’ll trust you more, and realize his brother might be right- it is fun to let go. From then on, the two of them will practically worship you.

⋆ They are both big fans of being overstimulated. Jerome will be whining, rolling his head and eyes back, tongue out his mouth. You’ll watch his chest heave with each stroke, sticky cum staining your hand and sheets. Restraints holding him firmly in place. Jeremiah will be murmuring senseless pleads for you to stop, but when he cums over and over, he can hardly complain. He will thrust up into your hand, trying desperately to pull against the ropes around his wrists and legs.

⋆ Jerome has more of a mommy kink then Jeremiah does; and it’s a sore subject for him. It slips out randomly during one of your sexcapades, and Jeremiah will look at him incredulously before laughing. It’s his turn to taunt Jerome now. THIS will get under Jerome’s skin, and he’ll go red in the face, lip trembling while he struggles not to cum right then and there from the sheer humilation.

⋆ In terms of aftercare, PLEASE take care of these boys. Jerome will be overtly clingy, and Jeremiah overtly embarrassed. Jeremiah will insist he takes a shower first, and Jerome will be glad to have your sole attention in the mean time.

⋆ Both of them aren’t used to being taken care of. And both of them feel infinitely grateful. When I say they would do anything for you, I mean anything. Que Jeremiah watching you clean him up, looking at you like your the only pure thing in the world from lidded eyes. Jerome is equally as intrigued, never being treated with a soft touch before you.

⋆ Expect playful banter by the time you clean them up, mostly from Jerome. You’ll be cuddled up together in the sheets, Jerome’s head laying on your thighs, and Jeremiah’s head laid between your breasts.

⋆ “So…Y/N, which one of us has the bigger dick?”

⋆ “You two are literally identical, Jerome.”

⋆ “She just doesn’t want to hurt your feelings. It’s obviously me.” Jeremiah will snidely chime, small smirk on his face.

⋆ The sibling rivalry continues to persist, Jerome sticking his tongue out at him and blowing a raspberry on your thighs, which tickles.

⋆ Like I said, you have these two boys wrapped around your finger.

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kozzzma · 5 months

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RIN FUCKING ITOSHI HURT/COMFORT PLEASE! AFTER THE ITOSHI FIGHT, RIN COMES TO THE READER ALL UPSET!!

Itoshi Shaped Puddle

an: Absolutely! I adore rin so much it’s unreal ><. Im having a random motivation burst but its also midnight so please forgive me if this sucks.

character: (A very floppy) Rin Itoshi

CW: Angst with comfort, Rin being awkward, Reader goes into the mens locker room but the whole team has left its just Rin, Maybe OOC, Mentions of Sae Itoshi and Isagi Yoichi.

You had been waiting for Rin to come find you after the game for 20 minutes now, the rest of the team had already trickled out of the locker rooms, but your boyfriend was nowhere to be found. The sounds of the crowd from the stadium had died down as people left back to their homes. After you’re sure that you’re alone, you call Rin. No reply.

With a sigh of defeat, you poke your head into the locker rooms to look for Rin. After poking around for a bit, you find your usually stoic boyfriend huddled up in a corner, his face wet with tears that he was clearly trying to hide.

“Go away.” He was clearly upset, but also trying his best not to look whiney and pathetic now that you’re here. Despite his command, you sit on the tiled floor and pull him into a tight hug, earning you grumbles of annoyance.

“I told you to go away.” Rin is clearly trying to avoid your gaze as he stares at the wall beside you.

“I will if you tell me what's wrong.” Rin huffs in response and tries to cross his arms. “You played well, so what's bothering you?”

Rin stays silent before eventually sighing, “Why did Sae pick Isagi over me?” You start to gently stroke his hair as his sobbing picks up again. “Why can Isagi change soccer in Japan but not me?”

“Well, your brother is stupid for saying that. You were the best on the team out there. He shouldn’t be taking out his obliviousness on you.” Rin hums as he starts to melt into your touch, and you can feel his muscles relax s he leans against you. “You’re so talented, Rin and there's something wrong with anyone who can’t see that.”

Rin hums again, your affirmations helping him to calm himself. “I’m sorry that I'm being so pathetic right now, just…don’t leave me, please?”

“Never in a million years.”

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #rin itoshi x reader #rin x reader #rin itoshi #itoshi rin #★﹐writing．﹗﹑

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iluvmattsbeard · 2 days

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nobody knows like me (c.s)

master list

chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: nothing!

preview: you knew you weren’t like everyone else. Chris loved that about you. he loved that you were carefree and in the moment of everything. Chris’ friends on the other hand, thinks you’re a bit too much, judging you from the get go. you over hear one of their conversations and it crushes your spirit.

a/n: LIKES, COMMENTS, AND REBLOGS ARE VERY APPRECIATED! - L🤍

you and Chris have been together for a couple of months now. you guys were brought together randomly as you bumped into each other on a random afternoon when Chris was on his daily walk. he accidentally bumped shoulders with you, causing you to drop the paper bag that you had filled with fresh produce from the farmer's market onto the ground. when you bumped into each other, he was already captivated by your natural beauty and your unique style. he helped you pick up the fallen items as he repeatedly apologized. you laughed softly at him as you reassured him it was okay.

as you both continued in small talk, Chris eventually asked for your number. he promised you he would make up for the lost fruit that fell out of your bag and you took his word for it. after exchanging numbers, you guys eventually went on dates and he got to know you personally. he noticed little things you did that were unique that he admired. you were always radiating positivity and you never not had a smile on your face. every room you walked into, you lit up in his eyes.

the first time you hung out, he took you out for breakfast as you ordered smiley face pancakes and a large strawberry milkshake. he looks at your food and back at you. you had the biggest smile on your face like a little kid, making him laugh softly to himself. as time went by, he found out you and him were like children at heart. he admired the fact you still had that childish feeling. it made him feel like he could live without constant worries and fears. for halloween, every girl was in seductive costumes as you showed up in a bob ross costume. Chris’ reaction was priceless. he was not expecting you to show up in an afro and beard. “this is incredible.” he says with a smile. “i know. i’m painting you a visual of what you’ll be receiving down the road.” you say waving your paint brush around which made him laugh at your cheesy choice of words.

when walking down the street, you would see little bugs in the grass which you would pick up and freak Chris out. “Y/n get that away from me.” he says with a nervous look. you had a sneaky smile as you started to chase him with the bug in your hand. “how are you even holding that thing?!” Chris says loudly as he continues running. “it’s a little friend! it wants to say hi Chris!” you say chasing him. he starts to scream high pitched which caused you to stop and burst into laughter. when you knew Chris would be stressed, you knew how to get rid of it. you would lift him up onto his feet and play music, forcing him to dance out the worries and problems. which at first he thought was ridiculous but once he saw you dance, he couldn’t help but smile and dance with you in the same weird way. every moment with you was filled with laughter and joy.

it was like a magical spell you had him in. the more time he spent with you, the more he was attached to you and missed you every time you weren’t near. he could think of more memories he has but those were just a few that stood out to him. you made him feel comfortable and uncomfortable in a good way. you pushed him to do things he couldn’t do on his own. you were his biggest supporter and motivator.

Chris was sitting down on his couch as he hears the door bell ring. he knew it was you. you guys had plans to hang out with his friends today. it was going to be the first time they would meet you. Chris gets up from the couch as he opens the door. as soon as he locked eyes with you, he immediately lit up. every time you were around, he always felt a boost of serotonin. "hey beautiful." he greets you, instantly pulling you in for a hug. you grew a big smile as you embraced him with a hug, wrapping your arms around his neck, "hello handsome." you pull away still smiling as you continue to speak, "i'm sorry for running late." he chuckles as he notices the flowers in your hair.

you always walked to his house. on the way, you always picked the prettiest flowers to put in your hair. "yellow flowers this time." he says tucking a strand behind your ear. "yeah it matches my outfit!" you say twirling around to show off your long white skirt, a yellow patterned tube top, and a cream cardigan. he lets out a soft laugh, "I love it." you walk over to the kitchen as you sat at the bar stool, "so, when will we meet up with your friends?" you ask. "we're going to meet them later at Nate's house. he's throwing a little get together." he replies sitting next to you. you turn your body to face him, "are you excited?" he asks.

"of course I am! i've been wanting to meet them. your family was so kind to me when I first met them, i'm expecting to click with your friends as well." you say with a smile. "that's good. I've been talking about you constantly. they can't wait to finally meet you." he replies holding your hand. "well I can't wait to meet them! i'm just going to be me." you say as he lets out a soft laugh, placing a kiss on your cheek, "that's how it always should be. just you being you." he says with a smile.

“i’m going to warn you right now. they can be a bit much. so if you feel overwhelmed just tell me okay?” he says. you let out a small laugh before responding, “Chris, i’ll be good.” “okay i’m just letting you know.” he responds.

*time skip to later that night*

you and Chris arrive at Nate’s house. you both stood in front of the door as you hear muffled music playing behind the door. Chris looks down at you as he smiles, “you ready?” he asks. “of course i am.” you say with a smile. he stares at you for a bit as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, just like earlier. he then rings the door bell.

you see the door open as you were greeted by a girl, “Chris! you made it!” she says. “hi Madi. is everyone here?” he asks. “you know it.” she then focuses her eyes onto you, “you must be Y/n!” she says smiling. she greets you with a hug as you embrace her back, “yes i am!” you reply. she then pulls away, “Chris talks about you nonstop. you are definitely a natural beauty.” she says. she then focuses her eyes on your hair. your hair was long and curly, sort of “untamed”. you still had the flowers in your hair from earlier. she looks at them as she just ignores it. “thank you so much. you are gorgeous.” you say back to her. all she does is thank you with a smile.

you and Chris step inside as you look around. you noticed that everyone had the same type of vibe. if Chris ever lost you in the crowd, he would definitely spot you from your brightly colored clothes. the music was loud as Chris was leading you the way to find more of his friends. eventually meeting up with a few guys. “hey guys.” Chris says smiling as he lets go of your hand, greeting each of his friends. you stood there as you notice his friends’ eyes on you. you could tell they weren’t use to your presence. “this is my girlfriend Y/n.” Chris adds on, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. you smile before speaking, “hi, it’s nice to meet you guys.”

Chris POV

Y/n greets my friends as i notice them looking at her in a weird way. they were looking at her clothes and at her hair. “hello, i’m Nate.” Nate says while taking a sip of his drink. “i’m Baylen.” the rest of my friends introduce themselves as Y/n just smiles, “i’ll try to remember those names.” she says. they all just laugh at her response. “Chris tells me about you guys all the time. it’s great to know he has such good friends.” she says. the guys just look at her and smile awkwardly as Nate responds only, “same with you.” that’s odd.

I could tell Y/n was trying her best to keep conversations but none of my friends wanted to keep it going. “Y/n? do you want to grab a drink and chit chat?” Madi asks her. Y/n looks at her and smiles, “of course!” she says with her cheerful voice. she looks at me as i smile, which let her know i was fine here. they walk away as i watch them head towards the kitchen. i hear some of the guys laugh as i turn to face them, “what’s so funny?” i ask out of curiosity. “dude, where did you get her from?” Baylen asks. i raise an eyebrow, “what do you mean by that?” they all look at each other and back at me, “Chris, are you not seeing what we’re seeing?” says someone in the group. “what about it?” i ask. “she looks like she just stepped out from some hippie delusion.” Nate says, making everyone burst out into laughter.

i stood there unamused from his words, “how could you just judge her from the way she’s dressed?” i ask with a blank stare. “yeah that’s kind of rude of you Nate.” Nick says stepping in. “Chris is happy with her and she’s more than just the appearance.” he finishes. Nate just scoffs taking another sip from his drink. i look at my brother, “thank you Nick.” i say. he just nods as a response. “all i’m saying Chris, girls practically line up to try and get a chance with you.” Baylen says. i just give a confused look, “so? i’m happy with where i’m at.” i say. i then notice the groups attention wonder somewhere else as i go to look as well.

End of Chris’ POV

you joined the crowd as they danced around you. you were with Madi as she watched you dance. you didn’t know how to dance at all so the way you moved, came off a little different. you moved your body a bit weird which made people stare and laugh. you didn’t notice the stares as you continued to dance and have fun in your mind.

it catches Chris’ friends eyes and also Chris himself’s eyes. Chris watched you as he chuckled a bit to himself. he saw you were having fun with no care whatsoever and that’s what made him love being with you. you were so care free and you didn’t let stupid stares stop you from enjoying your time. “i’ve never seen someone move like that before.” Nate says holding in a laugh. “she’s something.” one of the guys say causing Chris to tense up. “she’s just having fun.” Chris mutters out. he stands there as he continues to admire you.

Chris POV

why did they have to make stupid comments? typical immaturity. this is one of the reasons why i didn’t want to introduce her. my friends are too insecure to handle a girl like Y/n. i just think everyone who’s staring is intimidated by the fact she knows how to let loose. i notice Y/n starts to slowly stop her movements as she looks around at the people looking at her. she shifted uncomfortably as she kept an awkward smile.

Y/n’s POV

i was never the type to care about what anybody had to say about me but, being here with the people Chris surrounds himself with, staring at me like i’m some type of weird disease, made me start to overthink a little bit. the one thing i don’t want is to embarrass Chris. so i stopped myself a bit as i walked away from the dance floor. “Y/n! where are you going?” Madi says chasing after me. “what’s wrong?” she asks holding onto my arm. i turn to look at her, “i just got tired of dancing that’s all.” i say with a fake smile. “do you want more to drink?” Madi asks. “just water is fine.” i say as she leads me to the kitchen, handing me a water bottle. “i should head back to Chris.” i say after taking a sip.

“okay! they’re still at the same spot they were at.” Madi says with a smile. i turn to leave the kitchen to head towards the group. as i was going to turn the corner i stopped myself once i heard their laughter and words. “yeah she dresses funny, yeah she’s a bit weird, and yeah she’s quite unique…” i hear Chris say. everything else i blocked out because i felt a sudden saddened confusion. why would he call me out like that in front of his friends? i could hear their taunting laughters which caused my eyes to build up with tears as i head out the front door.

Chris POV

“yeah she dresses funny, yeah she’s a bit weird, and yeah she’s quite unique-.” i say but got caught off from one of the guys. “that’s for sure.” which caused the group to laugh. “let him speak.” Matt sternly says. i shake my head as i continue to speak, “yeah she’s all those things but, i know how she truly is. she’s fun and she’s care free and i love that about her. she’s more than her appearance and her goofy antics. if you guys would’ve given her a chance, you would’ve understood.” i say before leaving to go find Y/n.

i looked around for a bit and i couldn’t seem to find her. i bump into Madi and notice they’re not together, “where’s Y/n?” i ask. she just shrugs, “i don’t know. she said she was going to find you.” she says. i nod and walk away confused. i soon step outside to see if she could be there and notice her sat down on the side walk. she was taking out the flowers in her hair, throwing them onto the street. i walk up to her and sit down next to her, instantly noticing the tears down her face, “Y/n? what’s wrong?” i ask with a worried expression. she just shakes her head and continues to cry. i go to hold her hand but she pulls away. i look into her eyes as i try to figure out what’s wrong, “did i do something?” i ask. “i heard what you said in there.” she says. “you did?” i say confused, “then why are you crying?” she looks at me with the same confused look, “w-what do you mean? i heard you call me weird and that i dress funny like i didn’t already know that. you didn’t have to call me out like that. i know i’m-.” i cut her off with a small laugh as she glares at me. “Y/n, did you stay for the whole conversation?” i ask.

she shakes her head, “no but all i know is that i understand now. i get i embarrassed you in front of your friends.” i smile as i hold her hand, “Y/n you didn’t embarrass me. if you stayed you would’ve heard me say that so what if you’re all those things? you’re more than just your appearance and your goofy antics.” i say causing her to roll her eyes. “hey just listen.” i say with a small laugh. “i told them they don’t know you like how i do. which is fine because you don’t have to prove yourself to them with how amazing you are, because i know. i know how truly amazing you are.” i say which makes her expression soften. “yeah you’re not like everyone else, so what? that’s what made me fall in love with you.” i say which catches her off guard. i never expressed my love to anybody before. she knew that.

“there’s something about you Y/n that makes me feel like the luckiest guy ever.” i say rubbing her hand with my thumb. i look on the side of me, seeing a pretty flower which causes me to pick it up and tuck it behind her ear. she smiles and more tears flow down her cheeks, “i love you Y/n.” i say wiping her tears gently which causes her to let out a soft laughter, “you really mean that Chris?” she says sniffling with a weak smile. “my love grows for you everyday. i really mean it.” i say which makes her even sob more, embracing me in a hug. “i love you too Chris. that is the sweetest thing anybody has ever said to me.” she says as i rub her back softly.

i just had to tell her that i love her. she truly doesn’t understand how she makes me feel. my friends? i don’t care if they don’t see her the way i do because nobody knows like me.

a/n: i don’t know i just thought this was a cute idea 😅 - L 🤍

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sturnsstar · 5 months

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Treat you better ✴︎ M.S. ✴︎ pt. 1

a/n: first fic I write for this fandom! Feedback is greatly appreciated :) Hope you like it! This will have two parts, the second one will contain smut xx

pairing: fem reader x Matt Sturniolo

warnings: angst and fluff, swearing, reader has a panic attack and is very insecure. SMUT in the next part!!

requested: no

summary: After reader's boyfriend breaks up with her, she starts feeling unworthy of anyone's love. Luckily, her friend Matt is ready to prove her otherwise.

P.S. english is not my first language.

Even though I’m trying not to think about it, everything seems so hard right now. I feel drained and tired: every cell of my body is screaming at me to run away and hide from everyone. I don’t want to be here, at this party, full of people I don’t know who are not aware of my feelings at this very moment.

My boyfriend, or now ex-boyfriend, just dumped me. Right on the spot. Without an apparent motivation or a justification. He made me get ready to accompany him at this stupid party I didn’t want to attend in the first place just to break up with me once there.

I don’t know what to do or what to think. Do I just go around this house pretending nothing happened? No one I know is here yet, and there’s a high chance I’ll see that asshole somewhere, probably too occupied to flirt with some random girl, now that he is a free man.

I read once that heartbreak can actually cause physical pain but never believed it. I have to reevaluate that, because the pain I feel on my chest right now must be real.

I walk through the kitchen and the many bodies crowded there, hoping to reach the back door to get out and find some fresh air. The house feels so constricted, my lungs don’t have enough oxygen to keep functioning normally. Once I realize what I feel coming is a panic attack it’s too late. I should have known the symptoms, since they’ve been so frequent for me the last few months. Between the start of my first Uni year and the numerous fights I had with Hayden, I often found myself with a hand to my chest and my eyes closed, trying to regain my breath and clear my head. The stress and the pressure I felt lately decided to burst through during the most inappropriate times, one of them being right this instant, in a place where I don’t feel safe.

I am so vulnerable and weak, my head is pounding and I let my eyes close for a few seconds, trying to adjust my breathing. What will I do now? How can I get over this? Tears are streaming down my face, ruining, I’m sure, the make-up I applied a few hours ago.

Suddenly, there’s a warm feeling on my shoulder. A hand, big and smooth, is gripping me tightly, and a voice I think I know from somewhere is calling my name, bringing me back from the dark place I was before.

I open my eyes, finding in front of me a pair of blue eyes with a worried expression, staring right back at me.

“What is it? What happened?”

I want to tell him, I really do, but words feel like a boulder in my stomach. My mouth opens, but no sound comes out, except for a feeble screech. I feel so ashamed and yet safe, now that Matt is here with me. I am not alone anymore, I know he will help me. He’s the only one who knows what I am going through right now. Matt is always there when I need him, somehow.

His expression changes, like he suddenly has a realization. He understands what’s wrong with me, even without me saying anything to him.

“Alright, this is what we’ll do. You follow me and we sit down on that bench over there. I will hold your hand, if you want. Think you can do that for me?”

That is exactly what I need. The reassurance, someone who tells me I can rely on them. So I grab his hand, the one that wasn’t on my shoulder, and my silent answer is enough for him, cause he turns around and starts moving towards the white bench, his hold on me strong and firm. We sit next to each other, his jeans cladded thigh brushing against mine, our hands still connected.

My breathing slows down, but it’s still a bit difficult for me to talk. Matt speaks again.

“Listen to my breathing and try to match it. You’re okay. We’re sitting on a bench in a backyard, there’s no one else, just you and me. You can feel safe with me, you know that.”

Of course I know that. It’s one of the few facts I am fully certain of. In all the years I’ve known Matthew Sturniolo, he has never let me down once. He was my favorite playmate at kindergarten; the little boy I went crying to when someone made fun of me in elementary school; the one who copied my math homework through middle school and high school; the boy who knew all about my insecurities and my secrets no one else was aware of.

I finally stop crying and my breathing goes back to normal after a few minutes, thanks to Matt’s presence and its power to ground me.

“Will you tell me what happened now?” His face is worried, there’s sadness in his eyes and it irks me to know I am the cause of his apprehension.

So I tell him: I recount the last few months of my life, the ones where he wasn’t present exclusively for the fact that Hayden wanted me to stay away from him. I tell him about the anxiety I’ve been feeling, the fear of not meeting everyone’s expectations over me. I tell him about what happened tonight, how the pain I felt was so unbearable I needed to get away. And he listens, silently, at every word I speak.

“I am so sorry, Matt, for how I treated you” I whisper, looking at the ground. I am too embarrassed to face him, because he always had a weird feeling about my ex-boyfriend and I never really listened to him. Embarrassed also for the fact that I let him go so easily, just for some stupid tantrum of an insecure guy.

He chuckles, and his hold on my hand tightens.

“Don’t worry about it, I knew something like that could have happened, with an asshole like Hayden” I laugh at that, releasing a bit of the tension I accumulated tonight.

“Are you here with your brothers? I haven’t seen them in so long, I miss them” I ask him, feeling ashamed once again and also needy of their company. Chris and Nick were a big part of my childhood as well. My bond with them is not as strong as the one I share with Matt, but the affection I feel for them it’s immense.

“I left them at the entrance. They’re not very happy with me right now, since I forced them to come to this party. But I knew you were there and had to see you.” Matt smiles and gets up, urging me to do the same. I blink at his last words, but he doesn’t let me elaborate them cause he’s practically dragging me back to the house, his face now covered from my view, but I can notice a slight blush forming on his cheeks.

Turns out, Chris and Nick weren't mad at me either. Well, Nick tried to act tough at the beginning, but seeing my state and the murderous look Matt gave him, he stopped pretty quickly and gave me a warm hug, almost causing me to cry again. I just missed these guys so much, I can’t believe I went without them for three whole months.

We stay at the party for a bit longer, Chris trying his best to make me laugh and generally succeeding, even though some of his best jokes consist of burping in front of his brothers’ faces, causing punches and swears to fly around.

Matt drives me home. The journey is quiet except for the music playing from the car stereo. He stops in front of his house first to let his brothers go home, and I frown at him.

“I don’t want to hear them complaining because they’re tired or some shit” he explains to me, and I still look at him with a raised brow, so he just sighs. “Fine, I want to be with you for a while longer without them. Is it so hard to believe?” It is actually hard to believe for me right now. Not because of Matt, though.

The sadness I felt earlier tonight has dissipated, but it’s not completely gone. My head is making a thousand thoughts and my insecurities have taken hold of me. I feel so unworthy of Matt’s care for me, when I did nothing for the past months but hurt him.

He starts the engine and we’re on the road again. My eyes trail outside the window seat, mesmerized by the city lights.

“You can tell me how you’re feeling, you know” Matt’s voice breaks my reverie, and I sigh.

“I just…” I start, eyes still not looking at him.“I don’t understand what I did wrong. I did everything he told me to do! For fuck’s sake, I stopped seeing you because he felt jealous. I guess I’m just trying to get some kind of closure, you know?” I’m rambling right now, but I don’t care. Matt never judged me before, and I need this, I need to tell someone what’s going on in my head, otherwise it will be a never ending circle of self pity.

He hums, listening intently to my words. I vomit all the insecurities that crept up upon me that evening, and without even realizing we arrive at my place.

Matt turns off the car, he unbuckles his seatbelt and gets out of the vehicle. Confused, I follow his lead, coming out of the car almost the exact time he reaches me. I look up at him, expecting some kind of encouraging words towards me or even a little lecture.

Instead, all I see is such adoration and love in his eyes that I almost have to look away, but before I do that, his arms encircle my shoulders and he pulls me against him, his warm chest a welcome caress against my cheek. I freeze, so unaccustomed to the sudden physical affection. But my body knows this feeling quite well, and it acts on its own. I hug him back, my arms encircling his waist and my head resting against his chest, listening to his fast heartbeat.

His voice, muffled against my hair, trembles with a frantic plea. "Never again," he whispers. "Promise me, don't vanish like that. And don't believe that nonsense. You're not unworthy of love. You just happen to have chosen the wrong person to take it from." I can't muster the strength to argue with him; I simply shake my head, too weary to contradict his words.

Matt moves his head away from my shoulder, his arms still around me.

“I wish you’d see yourself the way I see you. Maybe you’d understand, then” I frown at him.

“How do you see me?” I’m not sure where the courage to ask that question comes from, but I have a feeling in my stomach that his answer might change everything for me. For us.

He smiles at me, his teeth showing. “Now it’s not the time or place to tell you. If you still want to know, ask me in a month or something” he steps back and goes to the driver seat, getting in the car without looking at me, while my head spins. What is that supposed to mean? My curiosity is killing me, I want to know what he means so badly, but I know him: if he’s made his mind up, he won’t tell me until he feels like the right time has come.

I shake my head, the shadow of a smile on my face, and I turn, going towards my house. I hear the car’s engine starting again, and it’s only after I close the door behind me that Matt departs.

Fine then, I’ll wait for him to tell me. Something to look forward to, maybe.

Part 2 will be published soon!

#matt x reader #sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #nicolassturniolo #chris sturniolo #reader x matt sturniolo

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reivrze · 1 year

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Hey hey heyyyy-

Omg I love ur blog sm 😍-random, ik, but I do rly love it. I love all creators Ngl, the dedication to writing and posting is not something I have 😭.

Anywaysssssss I was wondering if you could do a fanfic/headcannon (u choose) of idol!enhypen and how they would react when their s/o started intensely fangirling over their new concept pics. 99% sure all engenes can relate to that rn 😩.

Oh right….and can I be the 🪷 anon if u do anon claims…?

Thanks smmmmm!

🪷anon

a/n : hiii ! thank you for the kind words, they motivate me so much ♡ ♡. i can definitely relate to ur reqs considering i almost died seeing those concept photos, 100% srs. as for the anon thing, i've put you down as 🪷 anon in my anon list ! anyways, i hope you like the outcome !!

pairing(s): bf!enha/idol!enha × gn!reader genre(s): fluff kinda / headcanons format warning(s): thirsting over enha, this is not proof read, i have no motivation to proof read it, i might do it later

희 ; heeseung would laugh so hard when he learned from your best friend that you were on the floor, having a meltdown after seeing the concept photos. he had begged for her to send pictures. the people around him giving him weird looks after he bursted out laughing in public. he'd find it even funnier after seeing that he was now your new wallpaper.

제 ; jay would feel a little embarrased at his pictures but hearing you being a fangirling mess over him would boost his confidence so much, he'd be so thankful that he has you around to remind him constantly that he is hot, sexy, beautiful, amazing, handsome, attractive, pretty, adorable, captivating, sharp, elegant, stylish, every compliment in the dictionary basically.

크 ; jake would get so happy, like he'd have this sheepish smile when he sees that his phone was getting spammed of you going crazy. he'd call you the minute he was available, he'd be laughing and giggling during the whole 3h of call of you just rambling about hot good he looked in his photos.

성 ; sunghoon would get super confident but also shy? like internally he gets so timid and finds you adorable but on the outside he plays it off as "yeah i'm hot and i know it". it'd be adorable watching him try to keep his cool when inside, he's literally dying from the happiness he gets when he sees you fangirl over him.

선 ; sunoo is stuck in between fanboying over you fangirling and side-eyeing you. he'd probably try to act annoyed but he can't hide the fact that his ears would become all red and his cheeks a pink tint. he'd his face in the crook of your neck out of embarrassement.

정 ; jungwon would feel releived to hear that the pictures came out well and that they're good enough to make you nearly faint. he'd been stressed about if the concept would go well and to hear you rant about how attractive the pictures looked would take weight off his shoulder.

니 ; niki, niki, niki... ah.. this boy would tease you forever, it's a horrible idea to let him know the effect he has on you. he'd film your little meltdown and would never let you live that down. his ego would skyrocket and for the rest of the month, if you ever whined about anything, he'd pull the video out and threaten to send it to his whole contact list.

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shadowed-dancer · 2 months

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I watched the Netflix atla and I have thoughts

I will break them down into positives, negatives, and assorted, but if you want the short version: it's better than the M Night Shyamalan film.

Positives

I like that Zuko's crew is the 41st division. It's a cute detail, and honestly I had always wondered how they chose soldiers to accompany an exiled prince

I actually liked Suki's characterization. Like yeah, I believe that girl has never had contact with outsiders. And I think her chemistry with Sokka is great! I can't wait for her to come back and see more of the world (her "thank you for bringing the world to me" line is cute when you consider he brought her an air, water, and fire bender... less cute that her village almost got destroyed but still)

Hot take: I don’t mind that they cut Sokka’s sexism arc. It was minimal in the original series to begin with, and with the pacing of the Netflix series it would have been pointless and rushed. I truthfully believe that if they hadn't mentioned the cut beforehand, 5 people at most would have noticed it was gone

Wow Koh the Face Stealer is SO MUCH WORSE in live action. So gross. His face BLINKS. 10/10 to whoever designed that, I hated it and recognize that it was perfect. I look forward to seeing it in my nightmares (also I don't mind the change of "don't show any expression". It still works)

Gyatso telling Aang that it wasn't his fault and that he wouldn't have been able to do anything was so sweet and important to me, especially with all the other adults in this series being turned into Grade-A assholes. It’s been a while since I watched the entire original series but were the adults THIS mean about it in the original? I know the occasional random townsperson would say "you abandoned us" but I don’t remember people like Bumi or THE OTHER AVATARS blaming him like that (I know this is the positive section but just to be clear, the positive is the Gyatso scene. Turning everyone else so mean will be touched upon in the negatives)

All of Gyatso's scenes were actually amazing. I cried. Also finding his body hit so much harder in live action.

Leaves from the Vine playing during Lu Ten's funeral and then again when Iroh chose to go with Zuko... I tearbended HARD at that one

I think they did a good job merging three story lines into Omashu. I know it may bother some fans, but for the time they had I thought combining all of those together within the city was clever. Plus, since we see the city get taken at the end of the season, we feel more invested since we spent more time there! (I'm also glad they didn't destroy the Northern Air Temple... that always bothered me)

The sets are lovely. They look so similar to the original show and it makes me happy to simply see these places come to life. I got so giddy seeing Omashu you don't even understand

I like the interpretation of Aang’s tattoo. That was actually the one thing I liked from the M Night Shyamalan film (intricate designs rather than a straight blue block) and I feel this is an even better interpretation (the designs are more subtle until he lights up)

The wink and nod to the great divide (and other episodes like the pirates) was cute. I do wish we got to see some adventures of the kids bonding, but boy am I glad they didn't feel the need to adapt the great divide

I liked that they sang secret tunnel a little early. The second the mechanist brought up the secret tunnels I burst into song on instinct, so it's only fair the characters do the same

I liked Zuko having a notebook on the avatars. Of course he would have made that. And I liked that Aang used it as a reference

I liked how they teased the "my cabbages!" line before giving us the real thing. Just a fun thing for fans of the original

Negatives

The first episode had so much exposition it actually felt exhausting. Also Zuko really came out of the gate swinging with his motivation, eh? No nuance or slowly unveiling why he wants to capture Aang? Ok...

Ozai confused me. After finishing the season I believe Ozai's motivation was "sacrifice the weak to become strong, use Zuko to fuel Azula to be better" but it felt so confusing to get there. There was a point where I thought he genuinely wanted to see Zuko grow and find the avatar, and while it's fine for Zuko to think that, it felt weird for us to be jerked around like that (especially the in-between point where it feels like he prefers his banished son to his spy-catching daughter).

I also don’t like the way he acts with Azula (again, I know it's an act, but it's a bothersome change). He calls her performance below average. What happened to "she’s a true prodigy, just like her grandfather for whom she was named"? When characters like Mai and Zhao have to tell us "he's just playing games" it feels like they are telling rather than showing. "She's a true prodigy" SHOWS US he has a very obvious favourite. "He's playing with you" TELLS US that he's lying, and we therefore need to just accept that Azula is actually his favourite even though nothing he has done supports that

I don’t like that Aang was heading North due to a premonition from Kyoshi. I always liked how "the avatar must travel the world and find their own teachers in order to care for the world". Why not let him look for teachers? It enforces the idea of the avatar needing to care for all nations in order to protect all nations. I feel like it was supposed to go for this new direction of “the avatar must do it alone” but unfortunately I don't like that message as much

I mentioned in the positive section, but so many of the characters are weirdly mean (specifically the adult characters). I feel like they are trying to go for a message like "childlike mentality isn’t bad and it’s this innocence that will succeed where adults failed" but it just comes across as every grownup but Gyatso being the worst. Why are Kyoshi and Kuruk yelling so much and blaming Aang for everything? I feel like the goal will ultimately be to prove them wrong, but I do not like this characterization

Zuko’s scar needed to be SO MUCH WORSE. Something I love about the original is that every time we look at Zuko, we get a horrific reminder of what kind of person the Fire Lord is. It didn't just make his skin a little red, his eye is stuck in a permanent squint. His ear is shrivelled. You can tell that it was BAD. Here? He could cover it with makeup if it bothers him that much. Where's the texture? Where's the ear and eye damage? Sometimes it looks more like a birthmark than a serious injury. At the very least, take away his eyebrow!

Sokka and Katara’s being trapped in the spirit world was lowkey a little dumb but I get what they were going for (it's more urgent than them needing to suck on frogs). It just makes it seem worse when Aang is sitting there chatting with Zuko about his brushes. Like I loved the conversation but the fact that Sokka and Katara's lives were in danger (along with the villagers) makes Aang seem weirdly dismissive in that moment

Also... I just realized while typing this, but did they give us an ending to Hei Bai being in pain? Did I completely forget the resolution to that or was it not shown?

I don't like that Zuko chose to fight in the Agni Kai. Seeing him on the ground begging forgiveness and THAT'S the kid Ozai scars and banishes is way more impactful than "he fought but didn't go all out"

This shit went off the rails in episode 7. Why is Yue a fox who just chills in the spirit world? What happened to Tui and La? Push and pull? Yin and Yang? I got confused somewhere along the way

Am I the only one who felt the Yue and Sokka kiss came out of nowhere? She literally said she called off her betrothal when she was 16 (before meeting Sokka) because that dude wasn't the right guy. But then the kiss immediately after implies Sokka is the right guy??? The guy you didn't know existed??? Or are we supposed to infer that she fell in love with him in the spirit world? Either one is so bad pleasssseee

I infinitely prefer Zuko trying to save Zhao and Zhao choosing to die out of sheer stubbornness, compared to Iroh killing Zhao to save Zuko. Like yeah, he'd do anything for Zuko, but I felt that crossed a line (and was less impactful)

Assorted Thoughts

They mentioned the mother of faces, are we gonna see Zuko’s mom get addressed at some point? Or was that just a wink and a nod for fans who know?

The kids are pretty good actors but Katara’s sometimes feels like she's… in a school play. For lack of a better description. She's not bad, it just doesn't always feel natural or as expressive as she could be

Yue's actress on the other hand... look I don't like insulting child actors but her performance was not my favourite

Meanwhile, I loved the casting for Zuko and Aang. I like this slightly-less-angry Zuko, and Aang's actor has such a sweet face that it hurt me to see him sad

I wish we got to see an Agni Kai between Zuko and Zhao. Simply because establishing it early helps introduce us to this idea. It makes it more impactful when Ozai declares Zuko must fight, since we now know what that entails

I feel like the series is at its best when it's doing it’s own thing (the Gyatso scenes, Suki's new characterization, Lu Ten's funeral) and is at its weakest when it's trying to copy the original

#atla #atla live action #natla #zuko #aang #sokka #katara #azula

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sunshine-scented · 2 years

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Hi, I love your writing so much, I literally have your blog bookmarked so I can get to it easily. Would you be able to do Nezha, Tang, Mayor (Maybe after S3?) and Scorpion Queen with an S/O whose love language is mostly physical affection (like if they walk into the room there will be a lot of hugging and random kisses) and words of affirmation? Cause I don't see much with them and it's not fair. ;-;

Sorry for not updating in a while, school is draining my energy and motivation to even start writing, I'll be back in shape when weekends come,, hopefully

Take this fic as an apology haha

❀ I want to be with you, all the time ❀

: Physical touch love language s/o

: Nezha, Tang, Mayor, Scorpion queen, gn! Reader

: Fluff and slight suggestive at Mayor's part

Nezha

Finds it really amusing

Whenever you rush towards him with open arms he's smiling at you like "here we go again" and happily hugs you back

Adores it when you kiss his forehead and will gladly return the favor

I swear he's much more happy whenever he's with you

Literally turns into a different person when you aren't around

One time he was told to go on a mission without you, he was always in a bad mood

Grumpy cause his s/o isn't there to give his head kithes >:(((

Wukong definitely teased him about it, come on, it's Wukong

But if you're coming along and just smother him with affection when you feel like it, suddenly being outside isn't that bad

Even if Wukong's there

Since you're constantly giving him affection he's become soft for you and only you

"Hey Nezha buddy, could you pass me th—"

"Get it yourself, monkey"

"Nezha, don't be mean to Wukong"

"Of course, love"

"BLEEGHHGHHDHFHHFHFBFNCN"

If you hug him mid conversation and stay there for a while, he literally doesn't do anything and just continue the conversation like this is the most normal thing ever

It is, they're all just single

But overall, if you're touchy towards him, he'll gladly do the same for you

On closed doors of course

Wukong exists

His favorite moments are just you and your random hugs and kisses all over his face

You make him go crazy ♡

Tang

Flustered baby!!!

His face turns red everytime you hug or kiss him in random places

"Hii, how are you, Tang♡"

"Wh- I- hello??? Um????? Hiiiii????????"

He can't english :(

Shyly gives back the hug, if you wait for him to calm down for like 30 minutes straight

Mei bullies him

Loves it when you just hug him while he rambles all about his favorite stories, via Monkey King or just a random book he saw

Pet and run your fingers on his hair, gosh, he's absolutely smitten

Cat?? Cat

You can't convince me otherwise that this man is like those clingy cats who won't shut up for attention

It's that, but he's too shy to say it out loud so he hints on it instead

Touching shoulder to shoulder, staring at you longer

Cat behavior

Kiss his face and he bursts into all shades of red

If you randomly tell him "I love you" he panics

But if you've been dating for a long long loooong time now, he still gets flustered but then smiles at you with tinted cheeks and the most love struck eyes ever

You spend your nights just laying in bed with you arms wrapped around each other's while you smother him with small kisses as he giggles claiming on how ticklish it is

Mayor

Is also very very amused

Gladly returns the affection with a grinning face

This man is also just as touchy so good luck with that

You randomly kiss his face when ever you feel like it and he just wraps his arms around you and never let's you leave until you give him a hundred more

This man is like the horny horny touching type, so small kisses here and there leads to full on make out sessions

Pulling away to always see a string of saliva connecting your tongues, he's smirking at you with his hands cupping your cheeks and a familiar pink hue hovering on his cheeks

Holds your hand in everything he does

He knows every time you're sneaking up on him for a hug but he pretends to be oblivious cause finds you adorable

"Boo! Bet you didn't see that coming now did you?"

"Haha, aren't you always so full of surprises, my love ♡"

You're the couple everyone is grossed up about cause on how overly fluffy and touchy you're being

LBD's losing her sanity rn cause he won't shut up about you

Scorpion queen

Ecstatic!!!

Loves loves loves it so much!

Squeals in happiness whenever you kiss her with her hands on her cheeks

You're like an extra dopamine rush for her and she's loving every second of it

Hugs you back with the giddiest smile every

Literally is so happy she starts bouncing

And if you join her she starts giggling on how funny you're being

If you smother her face with kisses she just tries to stay still cause he wants more but she gets so happy she starts shaking in her place

You guys are literally so cute with each other you make people feel single just being beside you guys

You spend your days chatting about literally anything and everything with you random kisses and her giggles

Random I love you's here and there makes her day so much better

You're her life support and moral compass, she adores every part of you no matter how big or small

Cutest couple ever ♡

I removed gifs cause they make my phone laggy and it ruins my immersion ugh

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nicksbestie · 10 months

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Heyy I was the one who requested calum’s fluff! Maybe something to do with y/n being super stressed/anxious and cal helping her deal with those emotions? Being like a security point for her

Breaking Point

word count : 722

warnings : stress, crying

Everybody has a breaking point, whether they’ve hit it yet or not.

You knew you had one, and you also knew that you’d now hit it. You’d spent the entire morning crying, some stress, some frustration, all exhaustion. You were a writer, and you had massive deadlines coming up. Which normally wouldn’t be a problem, but you had finally burnt out, and that was making it really difficult to get anything done. You’d simply sat in your bed, looking at your laptop screen, and just burst out sobbing.

Calum was away running errands, a long list of who knows what in his hand as he left. He was clearly trying to give you some space to get your work done while he wasn’t there, but his plan had backfired and you needed him now more than ever. This type of stress and panic didn’t hit you often, but when it did, he was one of the only people in the world who could relax you and help you succeed in completing whatever was stressing you out. He always kept his cool, and he always seemed to brush away those huge spiderwebs clouding your brain.

Seeing Calum’s Life360 notification alerting you that he was nearing the house, you shut down your laptop and went to go curl up on the couch, flipping on the television and hoping that most of your tear tracks had dried and Calum couldn’t tell you’d been struggling. However, when he walked in the door and into the living room, you weren’t that lucky.

Calum knew you better than you thought he did, and he knew that if he immediately confronted you about it, it wouldn't help and you probably wouldn’t want to talk right then. So he pressed a kiss to the top of your head as he walked past the couch into your shared room, going to change. He easily ditched the shirt he was wearing, changing into some sweatpants but deciding against another shirt, tattoos on display. He came and gently pulled back the blanket, sitting next to you and wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“Do you want to talk about it, or do you just want to sit in silence for a bit before we work through it?”

You’d never been more grateful for him. He knew you inside and out, like the back of his own hand, and was always so gentle when handling any of your emotions. He knew exactly how to help you relax. You didn’t say anything, just curling impossibly closer under his arm, and he took the message as he gently ran his hand up and down your side to calm you down. You both laid there for a moment, watching whatever was playing. You hadn’t even really looked at it, just turned on some random show to mindlessly stare at. It didn’t take much longer for you to break and begin to speak.

“I just can’t get anything done. It’s stupid, I know, but the words just aren’t working. They won’t flow like they normally do.”

Calum thoughtfully hummed, still gently caressing you before speaking.

“First of all, it’s not stupid. You don’t have to degrade yourself for something that isn’t your fault, and you’re always allowed to feel your emotions when you get them. It’s never going to be something that you should feel ashamed or stupid for. Secondly, motivation comes and goes. I have it happen to me all the time. I’ll spend a week in the studio and the rest of the guys will be carrying the entire process. It’s part of being an artist, and a writer. Don’t beat yourself up for that. I know you have a lot of deadlines coming up, and I’m more than happy to help you in any way I can, but we’re not gonna worry about it right now. Your closest deadline is next week, so you can take the rest of today and relax.”

There was nothing in the world that made you feel better than Calum’s comfort. You spent the rest of the night curled up in his arms, minus when he got up to get you both food and drinks. He was nothing but soft, always keeping his voice low, knowing your emotions were running high. Your deadlines could wait, you felt loved right now.

#calum hood #5sos fanfic #5sos angst #calum hood angst #calum hood fluff #5sos fluff #5 seconds of summer #calum hood x reader

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iggy5055 · 2 years

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Platonic Yandere!Batfam with a poor darling, P.4

The original story is by blughxreader all rights go to her you can find the other three previous parts when you search for her because I haven’t figured out how to do that yet, I have just been given permission to write a part four for the story

Summery: After a hard interrogation (Y/N) is finally let out of the room/prison and all the boys are happy but for how long?

TW: kidnapping, manipulation, imprisonment, it’s fucked all the way

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The interrogation was hard, it was clear Bruce demanded answers even if I didn’t want to give them. It was days of being chained down to that bed hardly being able to sit up comfortably with no light aside for the lamp on the bed side table with non-stop talking and a glare that could kill if I didn’t answer him or if he thought I was lying to him. The bed itself wasn’t uncomfortable but the situation still was. Bruce had asked me many question, privacy was clearly a luxury I no longer had. He broke down my life and built it back up in his own image, built it back to be his perfect little girl.

He did every thing for me and with no regard to what I wanted he would feed me, sometimes he would let me have a book but he would read it to me and he often told me how much everyone missed me to try and motivate me to make progress.

The only time I got any kind of privacy was when I had to go to the bathroom or when he let me have a shower but he has always right outside the door and if he ever thought something was wrong he could come bursting in because the door had no lock.

But luckily after one week he switched out the shackles that forced me down on the bed to just one on my ankle with a long chain attached to the bottom of the bed saying I had made good progress.

The chain was fairly long, I was able to get up out of the bed and stand but I couldn’t get any further from the bed then about two feet. It felt so good to final stretch after being chained down for a week. But even with my hands where free he never let me feed myself, but I would never fight him on it because it was clear he was in his best mood when feeding me.

After two weeks he final let Dick or Tim bring me my food instead of him, it was nice to see another people other then him, it made me feel more free in a sense, just being able to hear someone else’s voice, but it still didn’t make me feel completely better. They often fought about who would feed me I could always hear them outside my room fighting or arguing with Bruce about letting me out. Something about Jason and Damian bacon ring unbearable.

Dick often won because Tim had to much work to do doing who knows what. So I usually only saw Dick. Dick also did not let me feed myself and he was constantly sticking around after forcing me to sit a cuddle with him. Just like know.

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We where cuddling in what was clearly his favourite position, he was laid down on the bed on his back, with me on top of his chest my legs practically straddling his right thigh while his left leg was propped up. My hands where on his chest by my head. Dick was a lot taller then I was so I was barely tall enough to reach the middle of his chest standing up, but with him laying down and me being chained I felt even more helpless and small.

Dick had his arms around me circling me waist. Has hand would absentmindedly rub light circles or random swirly patterns on my back with his finger tips. I felt more vulnerable then usual though because Dick decided he needed more skin to skin contact so his hands where up under the light pj shirt I wore.

While laying down like this I had time to think, but my mind kept going back to having some freedom again, my eyes started to water and I tried to be quiet and move my hand to wipe the tears before they fell but it was to late Dick had herd my sniffles.

“Oh, baby bird what wrong”

His new favourite nickname for me was the only think he every called me (Y/N) didn’t seem to be a word in his vocabulary anymore.

I new better when to lie, that would just mean I get stuck down here longer and the sooner I get out of this room the sooner and can try to leave. But the more I thought about it the more difficult it became to stop my tears at the thought of my lost freedom. So I let the tears come like a water fall down my face, unable to stop them.

“I wanna go outside”

I mumbled into his chest, he couldn’t hear me so he gave my midsection a little comforting squeeze

“What was that baby bird, didn’t quite catch that”

“I wanna go outside”

This time I said it a little louder but I still hid my face in his chest kind of embarrassed at myself having to beg for so much as to see the sun and get some exercise as well as being a little worried of he would get mad at me

“ I know baby bird but we will have to see what Bruce says about that when he comes back”

He cooed at me trying to calm me down rubbing my back with his right had while his other was running his fingers through my hair trying to stop my shaking.

The tears wouldn’t stop coming and I couldn’t help the whimpers coming out of my mouth, I felt so helpless I wanted to scream but I knew that throwing a tantrum as they would call it was going to get me no where. All I could do was cry into Dick’s black shirt and beg for anyone to let me out soon. In my head of course they didn’t need to know how desperate I really was.

As if in cue, Bruce walked in for one of our sessions and saw me crying and clinging onto Dick.

“Little one, what’s wrong?”

He came close to me and picked me up off of Dick chest like I weighed nothing despite Dick wanting me to stay right where I was

Whenever anyone held me I could only remember who they really were and who held me captive

“What do you think Bruce, she’s been trapped in here for almost a month now, look how pale she is and despite feeding her she’s starting to loses weight!!!”

Dick yelled at Bruce, it was clear he wanted me out of the room but never took me out because for one, he didn’t have the key, Bruce never let leave his person and second, all thought he didn’t like it he did think it was needed to ‘rehabilitate’ me

Bruce glared at Dick as I shake in his arms. I reach up to pull on his shirt sleeve. He looks down at me not glaring but his eyes where still hard.

I didn’t want to say anything so as not to make him mad so I just pointed down to the chain around my ankle with tears still flowing down my face unwillingly.

Bruce was standing beside the bed with his arm under my thighs and his other hand holding the back of my neck gently. But because he was holding me the way he was, the chain was yanking on my ankle pretty hard, it hurt, you could already see a little bruise form around my ankle.

Dick noticed and tried to take me away from Bruce so I could cuddle up to him on the bed again but Bruce being Bruce, pushed Dick to the side and put me down on the bed and sat in front of my one out stretched ankle. He moved his hand down to my ankle lightly massaging my now sore ankle.

I let out a sigh of relief I looked up a Dick who was just glaring at Bruce, but when I looked at Bruce expecting him to be glaring back at Dick, he was looking at me, he had a calm but still unreadable expression.

“Do you want to go outside little one?”

I looked down at the sudden question, not really knowing what to do wondering if the question was a test but I know better then to not answer him quickly and truthfully so I just kept my head down a nodded quickly

I playing with my fingers in my lap not really knowing what to do with myself, to embarrassed to look up at him and risking him seeing how desperate I was to go outside again.

Bruce moved to gently hold my chin with his right hand with his other still gently holding my ankle rubbing it lightly, he moved my head up to look at him. My tears stoped flowing but my eyes where still a little red and glossy from my tears.

“Little one I need words, you know that”

I did know that, he never let me answer a question with a nod or shake of my head it always had to be words, when I asked him why he just smiled and said

“ I like to hear my little girls voice”

“Just for a few minutes, I just want to walk around for a bit and get some sun I promise I’ll come back with out a problem, I just wanna go outside”

I didn’t want to give him my answer again so I gave my explanation instead, and it was true I knew I could never leave, not yet anyway, but I started to feel sick not being able to do anything but sit on the bed with no light form outside whatsoever. That was why I wasn’t able to gain any weight, they fed me well but I was so sick I would throw up some of the food after going to the bathroom

Bruce moved me closer to him lifting me up onto his lap while he rubbed my shoulders, Dick had kneeled down in front of me taking my hands and gently rubbing and kissing my knuckles. Both clearly being able to tell how scared I was and how tense I became after I answered him afraid he would get mad at me and punish me.

In all our time in this room there was lots of gently touching and always contact of some kind when me and Bruce would talk, but never once did he hit me or torcher me like I originally believed.

The worse I got was a hard glare and that put me in my place right away often drawing tears from my eyes. Knowing that the Batman was the one interrogating me and I had no hope of lying or getting away yet.

“I think you have made very good progress”

I looked up at Bruce kind of shocked, but I was still waiting for ‘but’ to come

Bruce looked down at me and smiled

“I think I could let you outside”

I smiled at him, I wanted to jump for joy yelling and crying tears of happiness but instead I slipped my hands out of Dick’s gentle hold and turned around.

Bruce squeezed my shoulders a little harder when I stared to move probably thinking I was going to do something I wasn’t supposed to, but it was more a warning then him stopping me from turning around.

I finished turning in his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck in a gentle but strong hug.

“Thank you Dad, thank you thank you thank you thank you!!!”

I had never initiated a hug or called Bruce Dad except for when he first brought me in here, but I figured if I wanted to get on his good side and prove my ‘progress’ this was the right way to do it.

I was right

Bruce was clearly shocked not knowing what to do but after he recovered form the initial shock he wrapped his arms around me

Dick was clearly jealous even though he made me hug him I never tried to hug him first

“Come on Bruce let her go already, it’s time to go”

Dick almost whined when he said that, trying to pry me from Bruce’s hold but it only got stronger until he decided to let me go

Bruce told Dick to leave as he put me down on the bed and got up walking to a dark wood dresses in the room

I was a little confused until he took out a forest green sun dress out

He came back over to me and too the key to my shackle out of his back pocket and un-chained me

He handed me the clothes and ushered me to the bathroom

“Have a shower little one, then when your ready we will go outside, it’s a warm day today so it’s the perfect time”

I smiled at his and took the dress from him

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I walked into the bathroom closing the door behind me and started to strip.

I turned the water on and got in when I decided it was warm enough

I hadn’t had a shower in two days so it felt good to get all the grease out of my hair and wash my body, I didn’t know when I would have my next shower thought so I made sure to be very detailed in my cleaning, I scrubbed my skin so hard with the loofah and soap my skin was red by the time I was done.

After my shower I dried off my hair and put on the dress Bruce had picked out for me. It went down all the way to my ankles.

As I looked a little closer to them I could clearly so a dark bruise going around m my right ankle. I sat down to rub it but even with a gentle touch it hurt and I let out a hiss of pain.

Bruce clearly heard me and came into the bathroom

“What’s wrong little one?”

I looked up at him still on the ground lightly touching my ankle

“It just hurt more then I was expecting, I’m fine”

He looked down at me and my bruise with a look in his eye that was nothing but rage

I look down and curled up into a little ball

“Are you mad at me?”

He looked at my face in surprise apparently not realizing he was glaring so hard

“No little one, of course not, I just hate to see you in so much pain.”

I nodded still looking down thinking to myself how it’s his fault I am hurt in the first place

Bruce pick me up bridle style and took me out of the room for the first time in almost a month, I kept looking down at my hands but I couldn’t stop the smile on my face. That was until I realized that this was not any part of Wayne manor that I could recognize.

It looked like some kind of cave. Then it hit me, when Bruce and Jason where fighting Tim mentioned Jason was supposed to come in through the cave.

I looked up at Bruce kind of scared to ask not sure if it’s a kind of question I should ask

“Is this the Batcave?”

Bruce looked down at me and smiled at me

“It is, I’ll give you the tour some time when you get more accustomed to the manor, there is a lot to remember”

I liked how he was talking about me getting to know the manor more but I now I’m going to have to be a ‘good girl’ to be able to walk around myself but first thing ha first I need to be allowed out of the room in the cave.

Bruce took me up a flight of stairs, when we got to the top he shifted my weight so it was just on his left arm and put his right hand of a scanner and a little door opened, when he walked out I found we where in a huge library with a grand father clock as the secret door.

I looked around, it was huge with tall beautifully carved pillars made from the same dark wood as the rest of the furniture in the manor.

Bruce looked down at me a smirked, but changed it to a smile before I could see

“You like it little one?”

I looked up at him with a look of amazement on my face

“I’m not much a reader myself, I can never focus on the book and get bored really quickly, it’s just really impressive”

I look back at the library

“I’ve never seen so many books before”

Bruce chuckles at me before he kept walked

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He carried me down a few hallways I didn’t recognize but to be fair when I convinced Dick to go exploring we never really saw much

We kept walking until I heard stomping foot steps coming behind us I looked behind Bruce’s shoulder to see a very angry Jason with his fists balled tightly by his sides

Bruce’s face when from calm to hard and angry in a split second

He set me down, I stumbled, the bruise on my ankle, it seemed to get worse and was very swollen, Bruce caught me but put me behind his back but I still held onto his shirt lightly

Jason was in his Red Hood clothes aside from the actual hood

I couldn’t help but feel intimidated by him, knowing who he really is and his reputation scared me especially when I don’t know what he’s mad about

“So, you finally let her out”

Bruce glared at Jason clearly not pleased with him

“You had no right to take her, she belongs to all of us!”

Jason yelled at Bruce as he kept getting closer and closer

“And keeping me away from her? Damian I understand, he is the one who put that idea into her head but me, I didn’t do shit!”

Bruce was steaming

“Your the reason she found out about what we really do, your the reason she is even more afraid of us!”

I flinch, so hard I fell back on the ground, scared about what the two very powerful men might do to each other and what would happen to me if I got in the crosshairs

I herd foot steps coming for behind me, this time running, I turn to see a very concerned Tim looking down at me and the two other men who still haven’t taken their eyes off of each other

Time glared at the two em who were currently in a stand off, he seemed to have understood what was happening

Tim helped me back up but I almost fell again because of my ankle, Tim looked down at my leg and picked me up instead

“Are you ok?”

I was shaking in his arms

“I-im ok”

I couldn’t help the studded that came from my mouth

Tim glared at the two as they kept yelling at each other about the last month and what lead to it

Tim started to walk away, when I realized what was happening I started to shake more, worried about what Bruce would do when he realized I wasn’t behind him anymore

“Tim, wait no, Bruce will get mad at me, I don’t want to be locked up again”

The tears where flowing down my face as I clung to his shirt

“It’s ok kiddo you’ll be fine Bruce would be a lot more mad at me then anyone but he will be fine he would never want you anywhere near a fight”

And with that Tim kept walking

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I thought Tim was taking me back to the room in the cave but instead he took me to the room I first woke up in

Tim sat on the bed resting against the headboard with me in his lap

I tried to squirm away just needing some breathing room but he must have thought I was just shaking more, he pulled my close to him sitting on him lap with my back to his chest, I was breathing heavily, not knowing what to do, I couldn’t escape I couldn’t get out of his arms without angering him

So I just stayed there, shaking and whimpering with the occasional tear falling down my cheek

Tim had his head buried in my hair using one of his hands to stroke my (H/C) hair

“Shhhh, Shhhh, it’s ok, your ok, I know it’s scary but it’s over, no one is going to hurt you, Jason was just pissed he didn’t get to see you for so long”

I looked up at Tim, I needed some fresh air and some movement even if my ankle hurt

“Can I still go outside for a little bit? I think some fresh air will do me good”

Tim smiled sweetly at me

“Sure kiddo”

With that he stood up walking away with me in his arms again

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We walked until we came through a little room on the ground floor with a door by the windows, we walked outside to a beautiful garden with gorgeous stone raised flower beds, all kind of flower, roses of all kinds of colors but mostly red, daisy’s, dragon snaps, bloody hearts and tiger lilies (my personal favourite)

I look up at Tim

“It’s gorgeous”

“Isn’t it, I don’t spend a lot of time out here but Damian loves to read out here”

Tim put me down after I told him I wanted to walk around for a bit, I was all kinds of stif and my muscles needed some use.

Tim still had me hold onto his arm in case I fell my ankle just seemed to be getting worse and worse but he didn’t need to know that

We walked around sometimes stoping to see the flowers and literally smell the roses until I just wanted to sit and enjoy the sun and sweet smelling flowers

I sat on a bench in the middle of the huge garden till Tim got up

“I’m going to go check on Bruce and Jason alright kiddo?”

I looked up and nodded at him

I think he’s testing me, to see if I would try to get away, but even if I wanted to, with my swollen know black and purple bruise on my ankle I wouldn’t be able to leave.

I laid down on the bench, it had comfy pillows on it, at some point when I was enjoying the sun I fell asleep

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Damian was walking in the garden at Wayne manor on his way to his favourite bench when he came across his little (Y/N) peacefully sleeping on the bench

Damian wonders why she’s out, He saw Dick walking around earlier with a dumb ass smile on his face maybe this is what it was about

Damian smirked at his beloved (Y/N) he went to hold her after a month of not even being able to hear her voice

He was about to pick her up bridle style when her dress moved up her legs a little and he saw her hurt ankle, it looked like someone took a baseball bat to it.

He felt unbridled rage, how dare none of them take care of her when she’s hurt

Damian had a glare that would kill anyone who dared look at him, he pick (Y/N) up and took her to her room

“Don’t worry beloved, I won’t let anything happen to you”

#yandere #yandere platonic #yandere batfam #yandere platonic batfamily x reader #yandere dc #yandere x reader #yandere bruce wayne #yandere damian wayne #yandere jason todd #yandere dick grayson #yandere tim drake

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aslantes · 11 months

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The butterfly effect

Levi x reader (fluff, hurt/comfort)

Summary : A scene from the past is repeated and he understands who he has to protect Word Count : 1.2k

TW : Spoilers for ACWNR, characters death (tell me if I missed anything)

Author notes: It’s been more than a year since I wrote something, but I got a random burst of motivation. Hope you’ll like it! Since I don't write a lot, don't hesitate to tell me if you have any suggestions

When Levi was still a teenager and lived in the underground, he needed to be constantly on his guard, on the lookout for the slightest danger. He could only think about his own survival. He couldn’t indulge in a moment of peace, to take time to discover rare little corners of unexplored greenery that didn’t belong to anyone’s territory.

After the arrival of his two faithful companions, he felt responsible for their safety and was more vigilant in the face of this merciless city. Isabel and Furlan also had to be constantly on their guard to avoid being caught or killed. As the months went by, the morale of the three of them began to grow increasingly low. The lack of sunshine, the constant vigilance required to survive, and the dangers lurking around every corner was demoralizing them more and more. Especially Isabel, with her festive and explosive nature, lamented having to hide constantly in old, abandoned houses, where the only animals present were aggressive rats greedy for any piece of food that has fallen on the floor.

Levi, seeing the morale of his two friends at its lowest, decided to show them a corner little known to the other residents of the underground district. He told his friends that he had a place to show them and to follow him. The whole way, Isabel could barely contain her excitement at the surprise of his “big brother”. Once they had arrived at the long-awaited and hoper-for spot, Isabel and Furlan couldn’t hold back a gasp of amazement. The spot had a large round opening in the ceiling, which let in rays of light to illuminate the area. A few adventurous birds pecked at the ground from time to time before flying back to the sky when they wanted, a freedom that the three companions hoped for from the bottom of their hearts.

Occasionally, Levi, Furlan, and Isabel, would come here for a well-deserved break. Isabel enjoyed taming the birds and lightly stroking their fur. One of the three was always on the lookout, keeping an eye on the surrounding area to avoid any surprise attack from the enemy.

That day, it was Levi’s turn to keep an eye out for potential intruders in their makeshift haven. Looking behind some rocks, he saw a small bed of flowers, with an orange butterfly resting on them. He discreetly swept his gaze around to see if anyone was around and knelt, holding out his hand towards the butterfly. He had never seen one in his life, and its orange color reminded him the color of the sky he sometimes saw through the hole before nightfall. Luckily, the butterfly landed on his finger, and he watched it with curiosity and wonder. He gently brought it towards his two friends to show them the fruit of his discovery. When they saw the butterfly, they approached with curiosity and a little mistrust of this foreign insect. Furlan seemed rather indifferent, saying that they shouldn't be distracted by the slightest new thing, but Levi could see in his eyes that he was intrigued and amused by the butterfly. Meanwhile, Isabel was completely absorbed and amazed by the sight of the butterfly, not the slightest bit concerned by Furlan's comments.

As he looked at his two friends, Levi felt a pang of pride in his heart; he had managed to distract his comrades, even for a few moments, from the reality they were enduring in this dirty, unsanitary hole. He told himself that he would do anything to protect them and get them out of that place so that they could have a life filled with little moments of happiness like this one. The butterfly flew away and they watched it fly up into the sky.

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Several years passed, and he was now a member of the Survey Cops, without his two beloved companions, who had perished on their first trip outside the walls. He had hardened himself, both mentally and physically, to guarantee its own survival and the survival of others. He was known for being cold and direct in the way he spoke. He didn't let people penetrate beyond the mental shell he had created for himself. He had this deep-seated fear that he wouldn't be able to protect the people he cared about and that the same tragedy that had happened years ago would happen again if he got too close to someone.

But there was one person he had a soft spot for. He felt as if all his emotions and feelings were mixed into one indistinguishable ball when he thought of you. Wanting to ignore his feelings for you, in fear of realizing how much his affection for you had grown, he tried to maintain a certain professional distance. But despite his best efforts not to get too close, his heart made him do the opposite, and he often found himself offering you a horse ride when you both had free time. It had become the long awaited rendezvous of the week for both of you, although neither of you would admit it.

On a summer's evening, you headed for the same spot as always. A small hill dotted with wild flowers and a tree that provided some much-needed shade from the heat. Once off your horses, you settled down under the tree and a comfortable silence settled in. Only the sound of leaves moving and birds singing in the distance could be heard. The slightly warm wind caressed your cheeks, and you took a deep breath to inhale the summer breeze as you closed your eyes.

After a while, you began to pluck small daisies from around you to make a little bouquet. You stretched to reach more daisies before pausing. A butterfly had just landed on the flowers. Levi looked at you, puzzled to see you frozen, then his gaze moved to where you were looking. His eyes widened slightly at the sight of an orange butterfly. He couldn't help thinking that it was some kind of twist of destiny, even though he knew it wasn't the same butterfly he'd seen before. He looked at you again, his eyes softening at the sight of your sparkling eyes. The faces of his two comrades came back into his mind. A mixture of melancholy and determination filled him. He would protect you, whatever the risks. It would be too painful to lose you. Even if he swore he wouldn't get attached to anyone else, you're too precious for him to let anything happen to you. Even if he must keep his distance, never admitting his new feelings for you, that's okay. He's prepared to endure that if it means you can be happy and safe.

The butterfly flew away. You turned around, approached him, and slipped the small bunch of daisies into the front pocket of his coat and grinned at him. "The butterfly was beautiful, wasn't it? No answer, he froze because of the proximity of your face. "Well, I think it's time to go back, don't you?" you say, getting up and heading towards your horse. "huh huh" he replied, a slight blush on his cheeks and ears. Maybe he won't need to protect you by staying as far away from you as he thought.

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Another random burst of motivation!

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Sometimes when I dream, I see a landscape of water. Land far off in the distance but no matter how far I walk It never gets closer. There are always stars in the sky, they shine with equal splendor be it day or night in this dream. Sometimes, there’s someone there. They almost seem familiar, like a fuzzy far away dream…maybe that’s what this is…They say things sometimes but try as I might, I can’t seem to recall their voice. The things they say are always encouraging. It makes me feel warm, like a hug from a kind older sibling… I wonder what it means…..

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Amira Wayne - Chapter 23

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Chapter 23: Family, Friends and Identities (2)

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Damian sat in the middle of the archive room, assessing his new findings over the portrait he found of his father and sister with the unknown woman although he did have an inkling of who she might just be.

However, guesses are guesses until you have enough evidence to make them into truths.

One thing led to another and after coming to an obvious conclusion, he needed some evidence to know that he was right…that he was right.

Which is how he found himself in front of his sister’s room.

After all, she must have some clues about the woman that shared the same portrait as her, even if it was from some time ago.

It was strange to say the less the awkwardness Damian felt as his hand hovered over the doorknob leading into sister’s room.

While there was a logical, or rather, biological reasoning for Amira’s existence, that was just it…

He has a sister.

He has a sister who he didn’t know about until just a few hours ago.

A sister that is the same age as him and has been living with their father since she was a toddler.

He didn’t even know about him until he was four and even then, he didn’t know his name until he requested it as a prize for managing to land a hit on his grandfather on his birthday duel…

And that was years ago…

He didn’t want to thank the traitor, but…if it weren’t for Wilson’s invasion, he would have never-

“You shouldn’t be here.” A voice spoke from behind him, Damian holding in a huff.

Timothy Jackson Drake.

Father’s latest charity case…

Even though Drake has one relative left to care for him…never mind that.

Just how long has he been standing there?

Ignoring the child, Damian turned the knob, only for it to only turn halfway.

Of course it was locked.

“Amira-“ Drake started, only for Damian to cut him off.

“What my sister owns and does should not be a secret to me. I’m her brother.”

“Blood doesn’t justify invading another person’s privacy.” Tim argued, recalling the importance of the word ‘blood’ and ‘biological’ meant to him. “ She shouldn’t have to report about every little thing she does. She has a right to keep secrets to herself. Not even Jason walked into her room unless she allowed him in. And that’s considering the fact that Jason was the closest to her.”

Damian pondered for a minute, his hand never letting go of the door knob.

“Jason…as in Jason Todd?”

Tim fought the urge to let out a snort.

“I thought you knew-“

“I saw him once in the halls of our headquarters.” Damian casually mentioned, wondering what Drake’s expression would look like. “Todd looked just like you when he arrived; scrawny and lacking any sense of-“

“Jason was with you?” Damian turned to face him and based on the expression on Drake’s face, it seems like no one knew where Todd resided these past few months… or the fact that he was even alive.

“Apparently you lack the skill to comprehend. I only saw him. Never actually interacted with that plebeian.” He watched the boy’s eyes narrow.

“Do you always look down on those beneath-“

“When I saw him, he was being restrained by two of our strongest guards, they were taking him to our solitary confinement area.” Damian clarified, not exactly knowing why he did so. “He was thrashing, snarling like a wolf cub that had been taken away from its mother.” Damian began to walk down the hall, hearing Drake’s footsteps softly trailing behind him as he took a turn. “It was a miracle he actually managed to become sane again after emerging from it.

It didn’t seem like it at first by the way he reacted once he was out of the waters…

Even Grandfather found it fascinating to see a person react so violently after emerging from the Pits. He had neutralized the entire security around the waters, something only Grandfather had done.” He noticed Drake tense at his words.

He remained silent as they approached what he recalled to be his father’s room. Or at least, what should be his room if the floor plan he memorized was accurate to date.

He turned the knob, surprised to see that it was actually open.

Damian’s enthusiasm was short lived as he found nothing as he rummaged through the drawers and walkthrough closet, tapped at the bottom of every drawer, inspected the floors for any creaks, lifted any carpet he could find and checked behind any furniture he could move.

Not a single thing stood out from the norm..except for a few papers that laid on the nightstand.

Picking them up, he examined them, noticing that they were hotel reservations, attraction reservations, a few copies of money transfers…

“Oh, you found the tickets for Disneyland Bruce was looking for yesterday.” Drake casually stated, taking them out of his hand. “Should probably tell him-”

“Why does he need these? Are they part of some mission? But even then it wouldn’t make any sense. Why would he only need reservations for two people if it’s just-”

“He actually bought them for Harley and Ivy as thanks for- that’s right.” Drake tried to redirect, quickly making his way towards the door, apparently not knowing any better. “Alfred-”

Damian quickly grabbed him, throwing him to the ground, pressing one of his daggers against his neck.

“Speak. Or else.”

“First, take that off me.” Drake demanded, Damian noticing the small trembles in his voice as he attempted to speak firmly. “Then I’ll tell you.”

Damian slowly lifted the blade, observing every moment from Drake as he slowly sat up. “As I mentioned, Bruce had bought these for Harley and Ivy.”

“Before you fail to mention why specifically Father bought those for Doctors Quinzel and Doctor Isley.”

“It’s seems like you already know who-“

“The Jester and plant maniac? I spent hours reviewing their files down-“

“Right… you see, they’re Amira’s therapists.”

“Therapy? Why would-“

“That’s something you should ask her, not me.”

“Why should I-“

“Just because I know why Amira receives therapy doesn’t permit me to tell others the reason why she does.” Drake reminded him, getting up and dusting himself. “Since it is something relating to her, it’s up to her whether or not she wants to share her personal activities. Even if they are family.” Drake slowly opened the door to walk out. “After all, family doesn’t always mean they respect your decisions and boundaries. Not even being blood related guarantees being understood…and I know that better than anyone…even you.”

With that, Drake left the room, leaving Damian to his own devices.

Blood…

Ra’s always told him that blood was everything. Blood was family and that there wasn’t anything blood couldn’t do when it came to achieving greatness…especially for an Al Ghul.

And yet why was everyone so insistent in saying the opposite?

Damian decided to not dawdle into the thought for long, circling the room one last time before stopping at a door that he had yet to investigate.

The placement of the door had thrown him off; the layout of his father’s bedroom wouldn’t have needed a door to the right as his wardrobe and bath were at their optimal place.

So there was only one way to get his answers.

Testing the doorknob, he let out a sigh of relief when he found it opened, slowly pulling the door forward to see what was inside the room.

A crib.

That’s the first thing Damian notes when he steps into the room, the mosquito net draped over it slightly obscuring the items within.

The large cloth hung from the ceiling straight to the floor, Damian slowly walking up to it, pushing the net aside.

It felt awkward as his hands tried to settle against the wooden frame, his hands hovering over the frame as he peered into the crib.

A stuffed sheep stared back at him, mismatched buttons boring right into him.

Now why would his father need a room like this? He wasn’t expecting another child…was he? If anything, he shouldn’t be. If the files he read on Kyle meant anything, his father had yet to procure another being as they are…engaged…

Damian felt his nose wrinkle at the thought.

His father, marrying a thief. Out of all the women his father could have settled with, why a thief? Why not a woman of his stature? Of his league?

”The heart is a feeble thing, emotions even more. Make sure you never let those things dull your sense of duty.”

That’s right.

Grandfather had always warned him of emotions and the heart making one soft and causing one to stray away from their potential.

Perhaps he could help talk his father out of this. Maybe help him look for someone else who could- a faint glare snapped him from his thoughts.

Damian quickly picked up the sheep that was staring at him all this time, lifting its ear up to see a name embroidered in gold into the inner portion of its ear.

Amira.

Quickly scanning the room, he noticed the walls covered in photos, drawings and diplomas displayed for everyone to see. Books lining the shelves of a nearby bookcase and other odd items adorning the floating shelves on the other side of the room.

What seemed to be a table of some sorts had padding on its top, empty crates next to it.

It was then that it dawned on him.

This was Amira’s nursery.

He quickly went over to the frames, absorbing the photos of Amira looking straight at him with large doe eyes or a huge toothless smile. Or with a single tooth in some photos.

Pictures of Amira wearing overalls and tiny frilly dresses, sometimes wearing a smock with paints or food thickly covering her small hands.

There was one picture with the very same sheep he saw early, only this time, the doll was covered in mud and had lost a limb during play time.

There were drawings of all sorts hanging about, some of random strokes of paint covering a canvas while there were a few of more detailed scenery, Damian being able to tell his sister was at an age where perspective was yet to be her forte, but he could see her improvement throughout the years…

Damian felt his gut twist at that realization…

Amira had evidence of her growing here, of her skills improving and seeing the improvement herself…evidence of her existence…evidence of their father’s pride in her…

It wasn’t until he heard something hit the floor that Damian realized that he was carrying Amira’s sheep in his hands the entire time, realizing then that he had torn off its eye from the frustration, the button falling onto the floor.

Setting it down on a nearby chair, Damian went back to looking at the diplomas and certificates that he realized something wasn’t right…

“Who is Marinette Dupain?”

—

Chloe gnawed the tip of her nail, pulling her thumb away when she realized what she was doing. Although honestly, she could care less about her manicure right now.

She had other matters to think about, like Alya’s visit.

Just what did Alya want to talk about? Was this about earlier today? About not being part of their party? Then again, she mentioned Marinette.

But what about Marinette?

Marinette was…Marinette! There was nothing more to the girl than-

Chloe let out a scoff, biting her tongue to hold in a laugh.

Marinette wasn’t just Marinette, but at the same time, she was.

Yes, her knowing Selina Kyle threw her off at first, but after knowing that the girl had known Jason Todd -one of Bruce Wayne’s sons- of course it would make sense that Marinette would know the rest of the family.

But then there was the kidnapping…she was just the daughter of a pair of sweet bakers, who would kidnap the child of a pair of bakers?

But what if…what if…what if knowing the Wayne’s made her a target?

Was Alya perhaps going to talk about that? About Marinette’s connections with the Wayne’s? Did she find something regarding the reason behind her kidnapping?

But then again, she wasn’t in the know of the kidnapping, unless Marinette told her… so why-

“-Queen! My Queen! Your phone has been going off for some time now!” Pollen spoke up, snapping Chloe from her thoughts.

Quickly going to pick up her phone, Chloe was about to return the phone call when she noticed Pollen whiz away. On cue, Adrien came bursting into her room.

“Chloe! What’s wrong? Why aren’t you answering- oh. You’re fine.” Adrien pointed out.

“Of course I am! Why-“ Chloe tried to deflect.

“I’ve been texting you for a while and when those didn’t get read, I tried calling. And when you didn’t pick those up, I came here thinking something had happened to you. After all, there isn’t a time you aren’t on your phone.”

“But as you can see, I’m fine. I was just busy admiring the bracelet Marinette gave me.” Chloe showed off said bracelet, Adrien noticing that a few of her nails had picked nail polish, parts of it lifting. He frowned.

“Somethings bothering you. Tell me.”

“Nothing’s wrong.”

“Liar.”

The room stayed silent for a while. “Sit down.” Adrien motioned to the chaise, patting a seat next to him. A split minute passed when Chloe finally sat down beside her friend. “So, what happened?”

“Alya wants to talk about Marinette. Not exactly sure about what, but…”

“But what?”

“That's just it, I don’t know.” Chloe stared at her hands, taking off the last bit of nail polish off her finger. “Her voice, her way of asking me if she could see me now…it sounded urgent. Panicky, almost.”

When Adrien didn’t comment on anything, Chloe decided to turn to him, only to find him zoned on who knows what. “Adrien?”

“So she didn’t mention what she wanted to talk about?”

“Didn’t you just hear what I said?” She scoffed. “Ridiculous. Anyways, she urgently wanted to talk about Marinette and didn’t mention-“

“If she didn’t mention anything, that means it’s something she uncovered while looking at Marinette’s public information.”

“Public information? What is that suppose to-”

“Alya knows something that everyone else doesn’t. It’s something besides having been Banshee, besides her being adopted, besides being from Gotham and knowing the Wayne’s.”

“Are you saying Cesaire is digging up information on Marinette?” Chloe couldn’t believe the girl. “She claims to be her friend and she does that? Who does-”

“You know she’s not like that Chlo. We both know that.” Chloe remained silent. “I didn’t mean to imply that Alya is digging up information on Marinette, but rather…”

“Rather what?” Now Adrien went quiet, causing Chloe to scowl. “Adrien, what are you getting at?”

“It’s…it’s something that’s been weighing on my mind recently. Something that has been plaguing me ever since we’ve come back from Gotham.”

“Adrien…that was almost a month ago. Why didn’t you-”

“Because it concerns Marinette…”

“Now you’re doubting Marinette?”

“Chloe, listen…I think…I think Marinette isn’t who she says she is.”

“Adrien. You can’t just-”

“I know, I know! But…Chloe.” He grabbed her hands. “You’re my bestest friend. My sister from other parents. You know I trust you with everything, right?”

“I know that already. But what’s does this-“

“What I’m about to tell you stays between the two of us, okay?”

“Always.” She answered without a second thought.

“Chloe,” he huffs. “There were so many loose threads and even then, I’m sure of what I’m about to say…” Chloe feels his grasp tighten. “Marinette…I believe Marinette Dupain Cheng is not the Marinette Dupain Cheng she claims to be. I believe…I believe that it’s just-”

“Adrien…get to the point already…please…” Chloe rushed, causing Adrien to hesitate to finish his thoughts more than what he already was.

“I know it sounds crazy and believe me, I’ve been in denial this entire time but now I’m sure of it. Marinette is actually-” The sound of footsteps caused Adrien to stop mid sentence, the two turning their heads to the doors to see who was running towards them.

They watched as the doors bursted open, Alya not even giving them a second to question her entrance.

“Marinette is Ladybird!” Alya bursted out only to then collapse to the floor.

“Cesaire! How dare you-” Chloe started to yell as she approached Alya.

“I don’t care if Adrien is here and I don’t care what you say about me having to ask to enter because you have to help me decide what the fuck to do with this piece of information,” Alya demanded, taking out a flashdrive, “because I can’t exactly say this on the Ladyblog or anywhere without causing another-“

“Alya, calm down. Breathe.” Adrien told her as he guided her to a seat at the chaise they had gotten up from. “And we’re going to have you say that one again because we want to make sure what you said was indeed what you said, okay?” Chloe handed her over a bottle of water.

When Alya took a few sips and calmed out a bit, she looked at the two before taking interest in the bottle in her hands.

“As I was trying to say before, I found out something I wasn’t supposed to.” She looked at the two before her. “Marinette…

Marinette is Ladybird…and unfortunately, I have proof.”

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It seemed that with each room he tried to enter to get answers, his list of questions only got longer.

Seeing as his father’s room had no answers and nor did the nursery, Damian returned to the room his brain knew should have the answers to all his questions: Amira’s.

After taking mere seconds to lockpick the bedroom door, Damian was yet again disappointed with the lack of answers he got from his sister’s room as well.

Every photo on the wall lacked the face of the woman in the portrait. Instead, various photos of the circus boy and orphan joined her in several photos. In others, there were other teens being the main focus with his sister being in the background.

In short, his sister also knew nothing of the woman from the portrait. However, there was something that caught his eye.

A red haired teen would often be found holding his sister’s hand in more recent photos, the teen often found being at her side at all times.

While Damian was raised within the domain that was the League of Assassins, that didn’t mean he wasn’t aware of the signs of intimacy between two people.

And this was exactly it.

But who exactly was he?

Did their father allow them to be together? Was he of the same standing as them?

Perhaps of the same wealth status? And if not that, then what?

Damian closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he cleared those thoughts away.

Focus.

He’s not your top priority now. Finding out who the woman was and why his father had diplomas of a ‘Marinette Dupain’ in the nursery were his main concerns.

After re-establishing his thoughts, Damian sat down on the edge of his sister’s bed, staring at the photo of what he assumed to be the skyline of the city of Paris from the top of the Eiffel-

Paris?

Why did his sister have a picture of the skyline of Paris? Or rather, how did she get this picture? Judging from the angle of the photo, it wasn’t just from the touristic height of the tower, but rather the very top, from the antenna of the tower itself…

“I have a few things left to do before I have to go elsewhere.”

“Duties? Robin?”

His sister’s words from before her departure rang in his head.

Just what were her duties in Paris? What drove her to Paris that made her not want to take the mantle of Robin?

Seems like there was only one thing left to do: visit his sister.

But first, he had some research he had to do before heading there.

The three teens looked at the screen in front of them, Alya barely holding in her tears while Chloe tore off a tip of her nail she had been chewing this entire time.

Alya had decided to run through all of her data she had gathered that proved Marinette being Ladybird, screen mirroring Chloe’s laptop screen to a nearby tv to allow the three of them to see everything clearly.

To see the facts Marinette had hidden from them all this time.

From her mystery filled family background to her ability to adapt to any challenge thrown her way to knowing government related issues regular civilians shouldn’t know about...

“And you’re sure you haven’t told anyone-“

“For the last time Adrien, no!” Alya shrieked, finally letting the tears spill. “I’ve only found out now! Everything clicked when I left the Dupain-Cheng’s, I-“ Alya let out a frustrated scream, pulling at her hair. “What am I supposed to do with this?! Tell me, what-“

“Alya, please! This is…this is just as-'' Chloe dug her nails into the palm of her hand. “If she’s really Ladybird, then she must’ve had her reasons. I mean, Hawkmoth!

She couldn’t just go and reveal herself to us. Can you imagine what would have happened if Hawkmoth knew that we knew who she was?

He could’ve used us against her. And I don’t ever want to go against her!”

“Because of Banshee?” Alya dared to ask.

“What? No!” Chloe shrieked, appalled Alya would ever say something like that regarding their friend. “Because if she’s Ladybird, then I can’t risk endangering one of Paris’ vigilantes! And…

And…because she’s my friend, Alya. And the last thing I wanna do is hurt my friends, even outside of being a Victim.”

“Is that why you came to tell us?” Adrien asked, hating the pit he felt in his stomach after hearing Alya’s question. “Are you…are you afraid of Marinette turning into something like Banshee again?”

Alya opened her mouth to refute, only to clamp it shut when she saw Chloe’s wide eyes.

“Cesaire. What the-“

“No! Yes! I don’t know!” Alya slumped to the floor. “I’m worried that one of us might get akumatized again and-“

“Again?”

“Alya, what do you mean by again?”

“If Marinette knows that I know that she is Ladybird, her emotions will get the best of her if I decide to confront her and ask if she truly is Ladybird. She won’t turn into Banshee per se, but she could turn into something just as powerful and if not, worse. And if she decides to lie to me fully knowing my evidence is correct, being called a liar…I’m afraid…I’m afraid I must just- I just…I don’t want anyone to fall into Hawkmoth’s manipulation again.”

Alya hugged her knees, her head pressed against them. “ I don’t want to fall into this manipulation again…I don’t ever want to go through that again...”

“You keep saying again…were you akumatized before?” Adrien asked. Seconds ticked before Alya raised her head to look at him.

“LadyWifi. That’s how I realized Marinette was Ladybird. While we were talking, I brought up therapy and tried to tell her how she had to power through all of this…even when we feel like we should be punished for something we weren’t aware that we did…

It was then that she mentioned LadyWifi.

No one should’ve known that I was LadyWifi and when I realized this..” she quietly trailed off. “I got so excited to know I wasn’t the only one who felt this way that nothing alarmed me at first and when it finally dawned on me...it was too late.

I had connected the dots and now…everything she had ever said to me makes sense…and now I can’t do anything to help her because I fear I’ll do more harm than good if I try to approach her…

And that’s the last thing I want to do. I don’t ever want to hurt those close to me, those dear to me. Because unlike you Chloe, I have hurt my friends and family before and before you say anything, you aren’t going to be the first one to tell me about this, nor the last.

‘It wasn’t your fault,’ LadyWifi wasn’t really you. Her actions weren’t yours. You weren’t in control.’ But that’s exactly what bothers me!

Because it was me. Because it was me.

Just because I don’t remember being LadyWifi doesn’t mean I wasn’t at fault!

After all, it was my fault for letting my emotions get the better of me, of allowing myself to get manipulated by Hawkmoth despite being fully aware of the conditions needed for him to take control of you…

While I was LadyWifi, I hurt so many people around me…I hurt Ladybird…

I feel like I should be held accountable for all the trouble I did while akumatized…even if I was being mind controlled…

And since Marinette shares the same approach to akumatization, I can only imagine the turmoil she is going through…”

The trio sat there, wondering what to do with this information, wondering how the three could avoid setting-

That’s when something dawned onto Adrien.

“Why hasn’t he attacked us?” The two girls looked up.

“He?”

“Hawkmoth.” Chloe’s eyes widened.

“Now that you mention it.”

“He hasn’t akumatized a single person since Banshee.” Alya noticed. “How long has it been since then?”

“Almost a month.” Chloe watched as Alya quickly opened up Beetle and Cat, navigating to the page that listed all of the latest Victims, Banshee being the most recent of them all and just as Chloe mentioned, that was roughly three weeks ago.

There’s no way Hawkmoth would’ve let this type of opportunity slip just like that.

So then, why?

“What hasn’t he akumatized us yet?” Adrien asked no one in particular.

“Could Banshee have taken that much energy from him?”

“We don’t know for sure.” Alya said as she continued to browse the site. “Hawkmoth has never been MIA before so we can’t really say for sure that was the case.

It doesn’t help that we don’t know much about Hawkmoth nor the main details of the Banshee case.” Alya quickly filled in when she remembered what Marinette told her not long ago. “The security breach.”

“The what now?” Chloe looked at Adrien for clarification only to get a shrug of the shoulders.

“The security breach. Marinette spoke to me about the city’s internet having been hacked into that allowed the situation in Paris to be known world wide. Marinette said that her identity as Banshee was leaked and how she has to lay low for-”

“The PRM has been violated.” Chloe whispered, Alya wondering what that meant.

“Alya, what else do you know about this security breach?” Now that threw Alya for a spin.

First Chloe and then Adrien.

Why are they acting more serious the minute she spoke more about the breach?

“Apparently, during the Banshee incident, Paris’ internet got hacked, allowing everyone in the world to see the whole akuma attack play out, including the aftermath. Because of this, Mari-”

“He’s being affected by this too.” Chloe pointed out. “With the Hawkmoth situation now out in the open, Hawkmoth is being more cautious now.”

“Of course!” Alya caught on. “With more eyes on him, he’s probably laying low to stop himself from-”

“No. I don’t think that is the case.” Adrien shut down, both girls feeling their conviction shrink. “I don’t think he would really care about having more eyes on him. If anything, he would see this as an opportunity.

Take Queen Bee for instance.

Even with the addition of more heroes, that didn’t stop him from akumatizing civilians.

If anything, I think he’s using this as a distraction. He’s using the security breach as a means to gather the attention away from him and let it point towards the Parisian government for hiding this from the rest of France and the world.”

“But why would he do that? What has he to gain from all this chaos?” Alya’s eyes widened. “Oh no.”

“With this all going on, everyone will be on high alert now. Everyone’s minds and emotions would be all over the place.” Chloe scowled. “He’s not hiding because he’s afraid.”

“He’s hiding because he’s planning something big.” Adrien finished off.

“But can’t we-? I mean, I know we can’t exactly go to Marinette and ask about being Ladybird and whether she has noticed this or not. But we can’t just let Hawkmoth-“

“But we can’t just throw this at Marinette either. She’s already been through a lot this past month. I don’t think it’s wise of us to throw this identity question at her right now.”

“But Adrien! We have to act now! We know Hawkmoth is into something and if we don’t do something about it, all of Paris-“

“We can’t just go ahead and start doing something without a plan, Alya.” Adrien hissed, “We can’t just-“

“I agree, but I’m with Cesaire on this.” Chloe sided, taking Alya aback. “True, we can’t just ask Marinette about all of this, but we can’t just sit here and do nothing either.

I want to do something before Hawkmoth gets the chance to act. I want to stop him before he can hurt anyone else…don’t you too, Adrien?”

Adrien stared at the girls before letting out a sigh.

“We can’t just go ahead and play hero, you know that, don’t you?” When Adrien saw Chloe open her mouth to retort, he continued. “But knowing you, I know you’re going to do what you can to get what you want and all I can do is help prevent you from throwing yourself into danger.”

“Are you saying-”

“We have to create an opportunity to ask Marinette about all of this while also making a plan to try and let another vigilante know that Hawkmoth is planning something.” Adrien addressed. “I might know of a way to get into contact with one of the other vigilantes, even if it is risky, but as for creating an opportunity to ask Marinette…”

“We have to make the opportunity as soon as possible too.” Chloe pointed out. “After all, we don’t know when Hawkmoth might strike.”

“And we might need to take Selina into account for our plans.” Alya brought up. “Marinette mentioned that Selina is looking after her at the moment as her parents are in China visiting family and is feeling guilty for allowing Marinette to get kidnapped while in her care. We won’t be able to ask Marinette out unless Selina is there to look after her. And if we don’t take Selina in account, then the only other way we can ask Marinette would be at school.”

“But that would be in a month and we don’t exactly have time to just wait for the right time.” Adrien stated, noticing Chloe having gone quiet. “Chlo, what’s on your mind?

“What about another party? And this time…let’s invite the Wayne’s. We were invited to one of their galas before, it’s only right we invited them to ours.”

Amira bit her tongue, fighting the urge to take off her coat and shoes and just run back upstairs. Just thinking about heading outside made bile rise up to her mouth, Amira feeling her hands tremble as she tried to stuff them further into her pockets. She felt as her nails dug into her palm, wondering why they weren’t calming her down like usual.

A few days after the Christmas party, Adrien and Chloe invited her and her parents to a New Year’s Eve party, Amira finding herself promising to be there and promising to bring some eclairs for her friends.

“Māomāo, everything alright?” Selina asked, snapping Amira from her thoughts.

“I’m fine.” She lied to herself, letting out a long huff. “A bit nervous, but I’m fine.”

“We don’t have to go if you don’t want to.” Selina softly spoke, her father nodding in agreement.

“It’s one thing if you guys don’t go and it’s another if I don’t go. While they’re expecting both of us to be there, they’re expecting me to actually show up because I’m their friend.”

“They’ll understand if you don’t want to go.”

“But I need to go.”

“Amira,” her father spoke, crouching to her eye level. “Don’t force yourself if you’re not feeling up to it.”

“I’m not forcing myself and I do want to go. I can’t go back on my promise after all.”

Bruce looked at Selina, Selina giving him a shrug.

“Alright. We’ll all go. But if anything-”

“I’ll make sure to let you guys be the first ones to know if anything goes wrong.”

“Alright then.” Selina said, clapping her hands together. “As much as I like making a grand entrance, being two hours late isn’t what I consider to be an entrance nor can my outfit for tonight allow me to use the excuse of being fashionably late. So come on. Let’s go already.”

Amira didn’t know what to expect when Chloe had told her almost anyone she could think of -celebrity wise- would be at the party.

For starters, her parents. The minute they entered, they were swarmed with people, a few congratulating their engagement, some asking them for the wedding date while others tried to talk business with them.

While her parents took the room by storm, she quietly made her entrance, asking Chloe’s butler -Armand- about Chloe’s whereabouts.

According to the man, he last saw her with her father, who was just on the other side of the dimly lit hall.

As she made her way towards the mayor, she couldn’t help but notice a few strangling reporters like Nadja Chamack there and a few play directors like Sarah in the crowd talking with Paris’ most popular show host Alec Cataldi.

She also noticed Bob Roth with his son in the crowd, his cackling regarding who knows whatever new accomplishment his son did causing her to make a mental note of avoiding him at all cost.

She didn’t need to get tangled into a long conversation of boasting with a man who already gave her a bad impression.

Just as she reached the mayor, she was tackled from behind, thankful to know it was just Chloe and Sabrina, the two girls having been tailing her the moment she walked in.

Sabrina tried to tell her something, but the multitude of conversations surrounding them, Chloe suggested they meet up with the others, Amira fully agreeing to going to a more open spaced area to converse in.

As Chloe guided her to where the rest of the group was at, she couldn’t help but spot Penny Rolling- Jagged Stone’s manager and if she was there, Jagged himself should be somewhere nearby. And the minute Chloe had guided her to the rooftop, she spotted the rock singer by the pool, telling Adrien and Nino stories of his tours and about Fang. Said reptilian guest was splashing about in the water, without a single care in the world.

It was only when Jagged spotted Clara Nightingale in the distance that he tore himself from the group, quickly giving them an apology before running over to talk with the pop singer. Something about an upcoming collaboration.

“Marinette! You made it!” Adrien chirped, going up to hug his friend.

“Dudette! How've you been?”

“Never felt better!” Marinette said with a practiced smile. “By the way, I brought the snacks you guys asked for. I made sure to leave it in the kitchen for safe keeping. Oh, but won’t Natalie say anything about the sweets? I know-”

“You don’t gotta worry about her!” Nino said with a grin. “My dude can finally eat whatever he wants without her reporting to his old man tonight, isn’t that right?” Nino turned to Adrien.

“Y-yeah.” Adrien said with a strain smile. “She let me come here while she stayed back home.”

“Hey, is everything alright?” Chloe asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Adrien, are you alright?” Sabrina looked at their friend with worry.

“My dad…my dad hasn’t been feeling well as of late. It sometimes happens from time to time where he would randomly collapse, sometimes getting fevers and bad colds out of nowhere. Nathalie tells me everything is fine, that it’s just from overworking himself…but…I think it’s more than just work…” Adrien fumbled with his hands. “I’m worried they’re just trying to downplay it…just like…just like when-”

“Ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!” Chloe interrupted. “This is a party. A party I worked hard for so that we can enjoy ourselves and countdown for the new year. I don’t want you starting the new year being all sulky when you have us around, so enough of this!” She looked Adrien square in the eyes. “You will enjoy this party and I’ll make sure of that!”

“That’s right!” Sabrina backed up.

“We’ll make sure you party so hard you forget about all the things that are making you sad!” Nino added.

“Adrien,” Marinette softly spoke up. “You’re dad is going to get better, you’ll see. And just like Chloe said, we’re here for you.” Amira mentally laughed at herself. The sweet hypocrisy that was about to come out of her mouth. “If you ever need someone to talk to, we’re here for you. You can trust us, okay?”

Adrien nodded, finally giving them a grin.

“Alright then, what are we waiting for? Let’s start with some drinks!”

“You know we’re not supposed to drink more than a cup, alright?”

The group of friends managed to find an empty table to sit at and get some champagne, the friends quickly diving into small talk and retellings of their childhoods.

Hours passed and Amira could feel the jitters from earlier start to fade away over the course of the night, even telling stories of her time at Gotham Academy and stories of when she first started to learn to bake.

Amira smiled as the others laughed at her retelling of her attempt at a cake when something passed by her, the corner of her eye barely catching it.

She ever so slightly turned her head to see what it was only to feel her heart stop and drop to the pits of her stomach.

Dark purple wings barely made it through the shut roof doors, but she knew that shade of purple all too well.

Hawkmoth’s butterflies’ wings. As in…an akuma…

“Marinette, is everything alright? Marinette jumped at the sound of Sabrina’s voice, turning to see said girl quite close to her. “You don’t seem-”

“I’m fine!” Marinette managed to squeak out, noticing she caught Chloe and Adrien’s attention from her sudden shout. “I-I just need to st- I was wondering where the kitchen was! I want to bring in the eclairs I made.” Marinette managed to fumble out, hoping they wouldn’t question her any further. After all, she had to find that akuma…now. “Do you know where it-”

“Marinette, are you alright?” Adrien asked, Marinette cursing his timing. “You seem a bit pale.”

“She says she’s fine. She’s looking for-”

“The kitchen!” Marinette cut Sabrina off. “I want to bring my surprise in!”

“Oh, I can take-”

“NO! I mean, no, that’s- I can get there myself! I, um, I can go if you just tell me how to get there.”

“Oh, I- sure, I guess.” Adrien fumbled, wondering why Marinette was acting strange. Was she onto them? “It’s right down stairs, right under us, in fact.”

“Under us? Alright. Thanks!” Without a second to lose, Amira bolted towards the glass dome, making sure each step she toko connected with the step, making sure she held onto the railing as she walked down the spiral stairway.

She cursed herself when she realized she lost the butterfly when a faint trail of miasma seeped from the doors that lead to the staff stairwell.

Without missing a beat, Amira followed, apologizing whenever she almost knocked someone over as she went to the stairwell, her eye barely catching the miasma as it went to a lower level, Amira stepping into the new floor, noticing the miasma seeping out of another pair of doors yet again.

Rushing towards the doors, she felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise when her hand touched the door handle.

Pushing the doors inwards, Amira scanned the room, wondering where she was at. She circled around the round table, admiring the neatly composed white rose bouquet. She picked up on the two open doorways on either side of the room, wondering where she should start with to search for the aku-

“Mlle Dupain-Cheng. I did not take you to be a child that snoops around other people’s homes.” Amira whipped her head to find Gabriel Agreste sitting on the furthest sofa chair, his eyes casted onto the book in his hands.

“Mr.Agreste! I- I thought you were-what are you doing here?”

“The same reason you are here, Mlle Dupain-Cheng. I was invited to Mlle Bourgeois’ New Year Eve’s party. I had arrived just a few minutes ago, but I asked Andre if I could have a few minutes to compose myself before joining everyone else. He agreed, graciously allowing me to have a seat here.” Gabriel flipped a page. “But what about you, Mlle Dupain-Cheng? What brings you to Mlle Bourgeois’ quarters?”

“O-Oh. I-I wasn’t aware this was Chloe’s room…this is Chloe’s room?”

“More like her entertainment room although she likes to try and call it a waiting room for any person she deems worthy of her time. She usually spends her time here watching the hotel’s security cameras or viewing movies…or at least that’s what Adrien says Chloe does whenever they’re in this particular room.” Another page got flipped. “So back to the question, what brings you here when you should be upstairs, enjoying the countdown with your friends?”

“I was looking for the kitchen to check on the pastry I brought for the party. I was told it was the room just below the rooftop.” Marinette spoke, daring to take a step forward, now standing in the doorway. She scanned the room for any remnants of the akuma, only to realize that there was no miasma to be found anywhere in the room.

There was no butterfly in sight either. “I must’ve gotten distracted by my phone as I went down the stairs as when I walked through the doors, I just found myself in a corridor and not the extravagant hall I was first brought to. Thinking I would find someone here to help me, I walked through the first doors I saw and I didn’t think I would run into you Mr.Agreste.

Although to be completely honest, I did not expect you to be up and walking. I was told you weren’t feeling well as of late. Or rather, Adrien told me that you’ve been fighting an awful cold these past few days.”

She didn’t expect Gabriel to be taken aback by this sentence, or rather, the fact that Gabriel took the time to look at her when she mentioned Adrien being worried about his father. He looked back down on his book.

“Adrien should not worry much; there have been a few times this has happened to me, but this cold will leave me soon…” Gabriel closed his book. “If memory serves me correctly,” Gabriel slowly got up, tucking the book into his arm. It was only then that Marinette noticed what the book he was reading this entire time was: the grimoire. “This is our second time meeting each other, is it not?”

“I suppose you can say that.” Marinette said, remaining where she was, making sure to scan the room with as little movement as possible. “But if you don’t want Adrien to worry, shouldn’t you-“

“Do you believe in fates, Mlle Dupain-Cheng?” Marinette tried her best to not show her confusion.

“What do you mean by that?”

“There must have been a reason for you waltzing into this room, Mlle Dupain-Cheng. Don’t you agree?” That took Marinette aback, almost letting out a laugh from the sudden change in topic but she bit her tongue to prevent herself from doing so.

“Like I said before, I was looking for the kitchen to bring my pastry to Adrien’s room. But to answer your question, I don’t fully believe in fates and destinies. I say we have the ability to change them.”

“You disappoint me, Mlle Dupain Cheng.” Marinette frowned.

“Sounds like you are hoping I would agree with-“

“I was. After all, we’re two kindred spirits.” Gabriel took a seat at another sofa, this time motioning Marinette to take a seat on the opposite one. Slowly, she took the offer. “Marinette, I need your help.”

What?

“With all due respect Mr.Agreste, what can I -a 13 year old girl- do to help you? I don’t have much to off-“

“Oh, but you do.” Gabriel disputed. “You know how to translate the language in this book, can’t you?” She tensed up when he motioned the grimoire.

That’s right. He knows that I know. He knows that I still remembered parts of Jason’s journal by memory. But why is he bringing that up now?

“As I’ve mentioned before,” she let herself relax, disregarding the still standing hairs on her neck. “It was my brother who knew how to decipher it. I, myself, don’t actually know much about the language, much less how to decipher it. So I don’t see how-”

“Yes, you did mention that it was him who knew the mysteries behind the book’s language.” Gabriel said, opening up the grimoire. “However, thanks to the small translations you’ve left behind, I was able to understand a few of the pages within the book.”

Marinett’s eyes widened. Did…did he find out about- no.

There’s no way he learned how to properly decipher the grimoire in mere days, there’s no way. Not with the simple translations she left behind. Hell, he shouldn’t be able to figure that out at all!

After all, it took Jason months to even find out that there was-

The cameras!

She should’ve been checking them more often! Speaking of, when was the last time she checked it? Was it after- “Take the following section regarding the Butterfly. ” Gabriel started, interrupting her flow of thoughts.

“The Butterfly is the miraculous of transmission, not to be confused with the miraculous of emotion - the peacock. While both are similar in regards to the miraculi allowing their users to grant powers to others, their way of doing so is where it differs. While the peacock user can grant an ally a champion to command, the butterfly user makes their ally into the champion.”

Silence shortly filled the room, allowing Marinette to hear her heart racing loudly in her ears.

“I’m-I’m,” Marinette could feel her uncertainty continue to eat her thoughts, “I’m sorry…I-I don’t quite follow. How did the translations I left behind-”

“You see, thanks to the few translations you’ve left behind, I was able to see where my own translations were wrong, where I mistranslated and therefore mixed up the actual meaning of various pages of information.” Gabriel turned over a few more pages, the flipping coming to a stop a few pages over. “I always mistook the words ‘transmission’ and ‘emotion’ to be the same word, using them interchangeably throughout my translations.

However, had I not stumbled into you and for you to give me with the little knowledge you had on the ancient language, I would have continued to misinterpret the information within the book.

And for that, I thank you.”

Thank me?

I did nothing.

Jason was the one he should be thankful for.

Why can’t he understand that it was all Jason?

Jason…she never told him about any of this! How did she forget to tell him?

“You have nothing to thank me for. If you want to thank anyone, it should be my brother..if he was still with us...” Gabriel watched the girl sink into herself

“While it was your brother who originally discovered how to decipher the language, it was you who continued his legacy.”

Her mind went blank. She felt her back straighten upon hearing those words. “Or do you not believe so?”

No.

“No.” She ended up vocalizing, saying it as she looked at him. “I-I don’t think-”

“You see, Marinette. Thanks to the little amount of translation you’ve left behind, I was able to fully translate this small portion of the introductory paragraph of the butterfly miraculous that I wasn’t able to before.”

“Again,” Marinette clasped her hands together, fighting the urge to dig her nails into them. “That was all my brother.”

That’s right, this was all Jason.

She didn’t do a single thing to earn this praise. If anything, she was just taking credit for it…

“I just managed to know a few words that- coincident-“

“That wasn’t a mere coincidence, Marinette. This, this is the power of your knowledge-”

Jason’s knowledge.

Jason’s determination to crack the code.

His efforts.

Not hers.

She somehow managed to zone back into Gabriel’s monologue. “-even as little as it may be, you've remembered enough of your brothers translations-“

“It was all his efforts! Not mine!” Marinette yelled, feeling her throat drying up.

Oh.

Oh no.

Now there’s a lump. “I only know some of the things that he did and that just won’t be enough! Whatever it is you wanted me to help you with, I can’t help you! I have nothing else to offer!” She let herself catch her breath. “All I did was memorize what he translated and that’s it! I myself can’t translate the book! I’m…I’m useless…”

She didn’t expect her to get a laugh from Gabriel.

“Useless? Marinette, take a good look at yourself.” He smiled, sending a chill down her spine. “You’re more than just a translator. You’re the key to my success.”

“I’m- what?”

Why? Why does he keep insisting-

“With the knowledge you possess, you can translate the rest of the book, can’t you? Once you’ve helped me translate the book, you’ll help me-”

“I already told you that I can’t! Why are you still-”

“Marinette, my child. You’re failing to see the truth before your eyes.”

Truth?

Why does she keep feeling this way?

Why can’t she shake this feeling off?

That something was happening and she couldn’t figure out what it was…

“Truth?”

“The truth. Your worth. Your potential.” Gabriel flipped to another page in his book. “You’re so busy trying to keep your emotions in check that you’ve become afraid of the possible aftermath that would happen if you let them out.”

Emotions in check?

There it was again, her mind warning her about something…

“What are you-“

“Just imagine the creativity of your ideas if you just let them be, to let them happen without logic backing them up but instead emotion.”

“You’re not making any sen-“

“According to the grimoire, emotions allow a champion to become their greatest self, their power limitless if they allow their emotions to completely take over. Banshee-“ her breath hitched, “-was a perfect example of-“

“Stop it!” Marinette cut off, struggling to keep herself calm. The itching that began to gnaw on her skin didn’t help. “What do you know about-“

“I know a lot of people are against the idea of Hawkmoth’s guidance-“

“Guidance?” Marinette scoffed, hearing something inside her snap. “He uses a person’s greatest emotion and uses it to further his distorted desires, whatever it is. That’s not guidance. That’s manipulation.”

“But couldn’t the same be said about Ladybird?”

All the buzzing in her head went silent.

“Ladybird?”

“Why yes. Despite her declaration after the defeat of Remidator, she has yet to complete her promise. Better yet, she had to gather help to take down Hawkmoth.”

“Because Hawkmoth has gotten stronger.” Marinette defended.

“That is true. But if that’s the case wouldn’t you think she would be in the front lines more than ever?”

“What do you mean more?”

“Oh.” Gabriel smirked. That couldn’t be good. “Haven’t you noticed? She hasn’t been on the frontlines for the past, I want to say, five akumas.”

“You probably didn’t see her.” Marinette tried to play off. “After all, now we have more than just her and Chat. We have two other heroes- Queen Bee and Carapace.”

“Perhaps that is the case. But even when it was just the two of them, only Chat Noir would be seen more often; Ladybird would often make her entrance halfway through the fight. Wouldn’t you say she’s just using her supposed comrades to do the majority of the work before taking cre-”

“No! Why would she-”

“Why would she indeed? That is a good question. Do you want to know what I believe is to be the answer?”

Marinette sat there silently, allowing Gabriel to continue. “I think she wasn’t supposed to be Ladybird from the beginning.

She wasn’t meant to be the one to guide her team. I think Ladybird was supposed to be someone else.

That the current one is only Ladybird now because she was a last resort.

After all that would be the only explanation behind her behavior. Why else would she be-“

“You’re wrong.” Marinette tried to defend, but was coming with a blank. “Ladybird…Ladybird-”

“Ladybird is simply a placeholder and because of that, she can’t truly control her powers to its full extent. Why, with the most recent akuma proved that. Had she been the true Ladybug, Ladybird should have-”

“The power of the miraculous depends on the holder wielding the miraculous in that moment.” Marinette started, not really sure why she was even trying to defend herself, because Gabriel had a point…she couldn’t even hold up her end of her promise.

Even with her comrades…she had yet to gather enough evidence and manpower to take down Hawkmoth. “Based on the holder’s compatibility, creativity and relation with the miraculous, the miraculous in use will be either at its most prime state or at its worst.

Based on the latest additions to the grimoire, in comparison to her previous predecessors, our Ladybird seems to be the most astute of them all.” Marinette glared at Gabriel.

That’s right.

Maybe she wasn’t the best Ladybug, but the new one will. They would have all the knowledge they would need to do what she couldn’t - defeat Hawkmoth!

The true Ladybug will triumph!

“So don’t say Ladybird isn’t fit for the job when she is! She will defeat Hawkmoth, just watch!”

They just have to!

Standing up, Marinette marched back towards the doors that lead her to this room. “And if that’s all you wanted from me, then goodb-”

“And you called yourself useless.” Marinette turned around, wondering what he was talking about. “And yet you managed to tell me about a part of the book that doesn’t exist-”

Oh…oh no…

”-unless you knew that the book’s information morphs as new wielders appear.”

This…this was…this was all set up… it was a trap!

“Anyone who studies the grimoire for a bit more than a few months can figure out how the book works.” She tried to playoff. “As for how I knew, it didn’t take much to figure it out as the pages mentioning older wielders were decorated differently compared to the newer pa-”

“Two could play at that, Miss Dupin-Cheng....or should I say, Mlle Wayne?” Amira felt her heart stop, Gabriel internally grinning upon seeing her pale face.

“What…what did you call me?” Was all she could say, Amira feeling her vision starting to narrow, her heart beating loudly in her ears.

This wasn’t good, this wasn’t good, this wasn’t good!

She felt as her hands began to get clammy, growing warmer by the second.

She tried to focus on anything else but the rising and falling of her chest, which just quickened with each second she paid attention to it didn’t allow her to breathe.

“Destiny is a funny thing, Mlle Wayne.” Gabriel started off, deciding to flip onto the next page of the grimoire, deciding to not look up as he already knew he had her where he wanted her. “Everyone believes one can change their fate, but that is never the case.

Decisions are made, whether one regrets them or not so that one day, the decisions start to have cohesion and start to create a picture. A meaning.

Losing your name, your identity, losing your brother and then your home.

Even coming to Paris and attending Dupont - it all had its meaning. A purpose.

They all led to the day the grimoire made its way to your hands.” Gabriel looked up to see Amira frozen in place, her eyes quivering as she kept staring at him, her eyes getting glossier by the second. “It was all so that you and I could meet. For you to help me with my goal.”

“Wha-What are you talking about?” Amira asked in hopes of changing the subject, trying her best to keep her voice from shaking. Oh but how her eyes betrayed her, unshed tears pooling at the brim of her eyes. “And how-”

“Interested, aren’t we?” Gabriel smirked. “Thanks to you confirming my theories of you knowing how to translate the grimoire and its other mysteries, I think I should let you in on a little secret.

Remember how I stated that your translation helped to correct the mistakes I made on my own? Well, let me read to you one of my corrections.” Amira watched as he scanned the page before him. “Ah yes, a bit further from where I first left off.”

Alongside sharing a telepathic connection, the butterfly user can perceive anything that their champion perceives, as well as everything the champion hears and feels emotionally. This is due to the miraculous’ acute ability to sense emotions, allowing the miraculous to precisely pinpoint a champion’s true identity so as to not mistakenly give another person the power selected for them.

In other words…” Gabriel trailed, grinning as he watched the child further process the passage he finished reading, watching as she silently watched in horror as an ever familiar glow appeared millimeters away from her face, causing her to let out a whimper.

“No...it can’t-”

“But it is.” Gabriel said with a smile, snapping his book shut and getting up. “I felt the anger and pain you felt when that girl from school claimed to have known your brother. A brother who has long stopped roaming on this Earth.

How no one believed you when you told them that girl was lying and you were telling the truth.

It was I who offered a hand when no one else did. It was me who gave you the power to seek vengeance…Amira.” Gabriel made his way towards Amira, seeing the way the gears were beginning to spin in her head, the way tears began to cascade down her face. Gabriel called out a white butterfly, Amira watching it land gracefully onto his finger.

“You’re...you’re-”

“That’s right, Mlle Wayne.” Amira watched as the man clasped his hands over the white butterfly, a purple miasma abruptly consuming him, watching it glow before it revealed him in a completely different attire.

Long gone was the white suit, a black one replacing it. His face was now covered by what she mistook for a helmet, black, except for the giant reflective butterfly covering the majority of his face. And in his hand, an akuma, glistening purple lines adorning its small miasmic wings.

So this is what Hawkmoth looked like…so this was the enemy she had perfectly pinpointed towards…the enemy she had allowed to get the better of her…

Thanks to the reflectiveness of his mask, she saw how the glitching glowing butterfly that was mere millimeters away from her face looked on her…how it perfectly framed her eyes.

How it reminded her of her mistake.

Of how she failed her team…

Paris…

Her father…

She watched as the akuma flew away. “I am Hawkmoth and you, my fated pupil, will help me get what I want.

You will help me get Chat Noir and Ladybird’s miraculous, whether you want to or not.

After all, as long as my miraculous continues to remain broken, the link between us will continue.”

He closed the distance between them, placing a hand on her shoulder. Tears began to fall down the young child’s face as he watched her process everything that has just transpired. “So I suggest you start to cooperate if you want to get rid of it…” He watched as it finally sunk into her, watching as she fell to her knees, one of her hands gripping at her chest.

He crouched down to try and look at her. “I know this is well overdue, but-” Hawkmoth offered her a hand.

“Welcome to Paris, Mlle Wayne.”

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